It seems early, but it must be late. Or, is it late but seems early? The first week after a time change is the worst. I wake up at 4:00 a.m. – 5:00 a.m. the previous week – ready to get up and start my day. Mike is hungry at 5:00 p.m., which is really 6:00 by the digestion clock, and we agree to wait until 6:00 by the real clock for supper. (Mike eats at regular intervals. I suppose it’s that Dr. Pepper training – 10, 2, and 4.) Returning from shopping yesterday morning, I thought it was 11:30 when the clock said 10:30. I waited until 4:00 to walk the dogs and it was nearly dark as we returned. I’m ready to sleep at 8:30 but we stay up so that it can start all over again at 4:00 in the morning. And so on . . . that’s the way it goes until we get used to it.
Since my list is very long today, I don’t have a lot of time to visit, but I did want to share a couple of pictures. I planted the “burning bush” at our front door when we moved here ten years ago. It was bare root stock and it’s taken all these ten years for it to become beautiful. Oh well.
The big maple in this picture was also planted when we moved here. The smaller is a volunteer which looks to be from another maple family. So glad it showed up to be pretty for us.
Top photo: I didn't think it would be an especially beautiful autumn in our region because of the hot, dry summer. However, looking out over the Lewis Clark Valley yesterday from the home of a friend seems to deny my theory. So glad I remembered the camera! KW