This is Fall

Watching the Sun Rise

Kinna creepy fiery shot

Wet grass and puddle jumping

Beautiful mild but warm day, with quite an afternoon downpour-

wind and bluster, green light, drops the size of dinner plates.

And if that show is not enough, how about the sky after?

Wet goats, wet chickies.  Happy tummies.

Just an average morning

   The moon in the morning, right in the middle there,

 pretending to be a cloud

       I set the stove on fire again today. Not too much, just a few flames. Really, I doubt there is anyone in the world as good at accidentally setting things on fire as I am; no wonder I am terrified of matches. I don't have any non-stick or silicon bake-ware in the house, and this is why- at least burning cast iron doesn't kill my parrots. It is not like I have a good excuse- I just forgot I had turned the pan on, and was busy getting an order ready to mail and listening to a recorded book- thankfully my house is small so I was right by the stove. Which makes it even sadder I failed to notice until the alarm went off.
       I do usually notice before that, which is good not only because I am less likely to burn the house down but also because I am saved from listening to a house of parrots repeat that bleeping- at actual volume- for several days. And still the message to remember the stove has not set in, so clearly I am much harder to train than they are. I think the outdoor animals look forward to every smoky event, though. French doors are lovely, but the outdoor crew seem to take the open doors as a literal "Open Door Policy" and all march in amid the haze and fans. No amount of chasing after them and insisting my house is not an unrealistic magazine shoot will convince them that chickens do not belong indoors.

On the plus side the cast iron pan, once a bit cooled down, was perfectly primed to be seasoned with some oil so it will be almost annoyingly non-stick for quite a while now. And the stove burner is now quite clean, burned spotless and shiny black.

Evening

I can't give you the air, cool and full, or the wood smoke in the breeze. So Rionach will have to express these things to you.

Dark Foggy Day

Goldenrod

Asters- 

just white, no lilac or blue yet

Cloudy Day

I love cloudy weather, cool and comforting.

Froze muffins and biscuits last week- lemon poppy seed and marjoram-thyme, respectively. 

Starting off this week freezing waffles. Is an issue, living alone. Extra food.

 No trespassing sign came with property, and I left it for the heck of it.

Seeing Chrysanthemum with it, though, strikes me as funny-

I had a sudden quandary as to whether eating is the same as trespassing.

It is possible I am just really bored today.

That Kind of Day

Sunny day. Hot day. And first day with serious thoughts of fall.

Orb weaver thread- that stuff catches you at your neck across a path 

and you bounce back. Serious stuff, strong and thick.

This is an anchor line for a web in progress, but is several layers thick, unusual.

Evening

Pippi

Foxglove in bloom.

That is the moon above the top of the Oak.

Looks so striking in person, too small here.