Happy Sunday, folks! I hope all is groovy in your worlds. Sorry I’m a few days late posting, my book deadline is the 29th and I’m a flavor of batshit nuts that’s conscious but has a slightly metallic taste. In other words, it is rideable but then sometimes shows a shocking flash of crimson. I actually yelled at a random kid for running through my yard the other day. He
Wow! You've got an amazing relationship with your hummers. They flit around so fast I can hardly tell. There do seem to be three of them, which I assumed was a dominant male, a female partner and a challenger male. It's rare that the challenger gets much time at the feeder before a high-speed dog fight ensues, but then, maybe I'm misinterpreting that behavior. I'm looking forward to learning more as this in my first summer in our central Vermont paradise.
Good luck with the book deadline. We can't wait to read it.
Also, isn't it strange that most of the country is sweltering, but I don't think it's once been over 90 here. Wet, yes. Hot, no.
We joke autumn lasts about 15 mins here in N Texas. But whatever, it can’t get here fast enough. I get up early for work while it’s still very dark outside and this time of year I start looking for Orion in the hour before dawn. Once it’s seen I do get really excited. With it comes the cooler nights and even cooler mornings of finally, at last- autumn! Thanks for your terrific nature writing and for everything else you make!
Reminds me of when my wife complained "too much back and forth!" on a day when the landlord had more workers than usual coming onto the property. It was the oldest-fartiest sentence either of us had ever muttered.
I'm looking forward to fall so that I can hang outside without the scourge of insect pests. (I got slaughtered one weekend in June and have been freaked-out about it all summer – long pants and sleeves, screened tent and head-net.) Psyched to bundle up in all my favorite clothes again. And for the stars to come out before old-fart bedtime. Flannel! Orion!
I lament the waning daylight in the Midwestern U.S.A., but there are so many enjoyable fall phenomenon that I really do enjoy. One harbinger of autumn on which I'm focusing this year is the overlap of loud cicada sounds with an increase in cricket sounds as we move towards the equinox. These words came to me:
Topsy Turvey not only a fantastic movie but also a way of being Australian on social media, we are of course feeling the Spring stirring from hibernation. Here on Kaurna land I have learned that each part of the season was titled to reflect what the people did as they were so in tune in with country. I feel their voices stir and I feel the days warming and lengthening, the weeds are wild and growing and blossom appears. I am a privileged soul, topsy turvey man, acknowledging I'm on stolen land.
Right now it literally smells like cinnamon/cardamom apple pie filling up in this here house. The first batch I've ever made. I am so not a baker, but we inherited some mature apple trees with our new-to-us house and I'll be damned if I watch the apples just fall and get left to the wasps.
It's that time of year in Southern Ontario when the wasps are freed from their duties to the Queen and out aggressively pestering humans. I don't love that, but I love the nights getting cooler. I'm always hopeful to see some monarchs on their migration south. I get excited for the winter months. I don't mind the cold and the snow makes everything quieter - I like that.
I love our hummers and we've got a nice group of goldfinches, this year, who've eaten about $200 in Nyger+, their favorite. Fall? I heard another teacher say that August is one long Sunday afternoon. July is the only month to blow the tanks. Thanks for the post, Neko, and I do hope you find that kid.
Based on conditioning and the untrustworthy nature of upstate NY springs, but lare summer/early fall for many of us the time of new beginnings. Back to school with that inherent hope for the new and so much to anticipate -- Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas. New romances, new relationships, a new beginning and new dreams. Maybe a new President, new styles, new music.
I love the August showing of goldenrod and cardinal flower...jewel weed is a fav too, I always touch it when I walk by some. Today it was the overwhelming smell of the wild grapes...another routine harbinger of the fading summer. Start watching for migrating broad winged hawks.
love the fall it reminds me when i was eight years old an i had a lunchbox that smelled of bologna sandwiches aside from a certain memory senses that i think of today and it takes me back to colorful leaves, and wind, autumn a beautiful season and special time of year because its also a time of gathering of unity and love
My sweet, quiet, general contractor has a special relationship with hummingbirds. He says he has had them drink sugar water right out of a dish in his hands. I've only seen them twice on my back deck, and both times Steve has been here finishing the remodel on the kitchen. Coincidence? I can't put food out for them because we have so many bears living around my house. I'm also looking forward to Fall, and August in the Berkshires has been cool and sweet. Hang in there Neko! I can't wait for the book.
My favourite harbinger of fall is the sound of the Canada geese flying south. To me, it somehow manages to be incredibly mournful and sexy at the same time.
My favorite incipient autumn moment is when I’m (unwillingly) out in the Georgia heat and a tiny ribbon of cool breeze wanders by.
Wow! You've got an amazing relationship with your hummers. They flit around so fast I can hardly tell. There do seem to be three of them, which I assumed was a dominant male, a female partner and a challenger male. It's rare that the challenger gets much time at the feeder before a high-speed dog fight ensues, but then, maybe I'm misinterpreting that behavior. I'm looking forward to learning more as this in my first summer in our central Vermont paradise.
Good luck with the book deadline. We can't wait to read it.
Also, isn't it strange that most of the country is sweltering, but I don't think it's once been over 90 here. Wet, yes. Hot, no.
Dang, Neko, thank you for sharing such cool stuff. Be well.
What sparking imagery. Children leaping and hummingbirds. Beautiful
We joke autumn lasts about 15 mins here in N Texas. But whatever, it can’t get here fast enough. I get up early for work while it’s still very dark outside and this time of year I start looking for Orion in the hour before dawn. Once it’s seen I do get really excited. With it comes the cooler nights and even cooler mornings of finally, at last- autumn! Thanks for your terrific nature writing and for everything else you make!
Reminds me of when my wife complained "too much back and forth!" on a day when the landlord had more workers than usual coming onto the property. It was the oldest-fartiest sentence either of us had ever muttered.
I'm looking forward to fall so that I can hang outside without the scourge of insect pests. (I got slaughtered one weekend in June and have been freaked-out about it all summer – long pants and sleeves, screened tent and head-net.) Psyched to bundle up in all my favorite clothes again. And for the stars to come out before old-fart bedtime. Flannel! Orion!
I lament the waning daylight in the Midwestern U.S.A., but there are so many enjoyable fall phenomenon that I really do enjoy. One harbinger of autumn on which I'm focusing this year is the overlap of loud cicada sounds with an increase in cricket sounds as we move towards the equinox. These words came to me:
one foot in both worlds
cicada and cricket songs
rhyme in their own time
Topsy Turvey not only a fantastic movie but also a way of being Australian on social media, we are of course feeling the Spring stirring from hibernation. Here on Kaurna land I have learned that each part of the season was titled to reflect what the people did as they were so in tune in with country. I feel their voices stir and I feel the days warming and lengthening, the weeds are wild and growing and blossom appears. I am a privileged soul, topsy turvey man, acknowledging I'm on stolen land.
Right now it literally smells like cinnamon/cardamom apple pie filling up in this here house. The first batch I've ever made. I am so not a baker, but we inherited some mature apple trees with our new-to-us house and I'll be damned if I watch the apples just fall and get left to the wasps.
It's that time of year in Southern Ontario when the wasps are freed from their duties to the Queen and out aggressively pestering humans. I don't love that, but I love the nights getting cooler. I'm always hopeful to see some monarchs on their migration south. I get excited for the winter months. I don't mind the cold and the snow makes everything quieter - I like that.
I love our hummers and we've got a nice group of goldfinches, this year, who've eaten about $200 in Nyger+, their favorite. Fall? I heard another teacher say that August is one long Sunday afternoon. July is the only month to blow the tanks. Thanks for the post, Neko, and I do hope you find that kid.
Based on conditioning and the untrustworthy nature of upstate NY springs, but lare summer/early fall for many of us the time of new beginnings. Back to school with that inherent hope for the new and so much to anticipate -- Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas. New romances, new relationships, a new beginning and new dreams. Maybe a new President, new styles, new music.
I love the August showing of goldenrod and cardinal flower...jewel weed is a fav too, I always touch it when I walk by some. Today it was the overwhelming smell of the wild grapes...another routine harbinger of the fading summer. Start watching for migrating broad winged hawks.
love the fall it reminds me when i was eight years old an i had a lunchbox that smelled of bologna sandwiches aside from a certain memory senses that i think of today and it takes me back to colorful leaves, and wind, autumn a beautiful season and special time of year because its also a time of gathering of unity and love
My sweet, quiet, general contractor has a special relationship with hummingbirds. He says he has had them drink sugar water right out of a dish in his hands. I've only seen them twice on my back deck, and both times Steve has been here finishing the remodel on the kitchen. Coincidence? I can't put food out for them because we have so many bears living around my house. I'm also looking forward to Fall, and August in the Berkshires has been cool and sweet. Hang in there Neko! I can't wait for the book.
My favourite harbinger of fall is the sound of the Canada geese flying south. To me, it somehow manages to be incredibly mournful and sexy at the same time.
As Alex says in A Clockwork Orange, "It makes all the little hairs on my plot stand endwise".