24th August 2024 . Every day it has been becoming more difficult to open a new page in which to write a new post. This coincided with the disappearance of the reader tab, so I was inclined to blame WP. In frustration today I sent a help messag…  | By Yetismith on August 27, 2024 |  24th August 2024 . Every day it has been becoming more difficult to open a new page in which to write a new post. This coincided with the disappearance of the reader tab, so I was inclined to blame WP. In frustration today I sent a help message, expecting none. . Surprisingly, when the auto response was useless, another response came, supposedly from an actual human and it was something I ought to have known. After clearing my cache...things seemed to re-activate. We'll see how long it lasts. . Obsession with lines extends to power poles. . It's the way they line up and disappear into the distance that attracts my attention. Even when they don't exactly line up. A bit like different stages of our lives! . We are having what I would call Indian summer at the moment, but that is a term for warm weather in late Fall and it's too soon for that. It's probably a matter of being thrown off balance by August having been unusually mild till now, by which I mean not hot, as it normally is. . Clearly, there is no longer any such thing as normal where the climate is concerned. This morning, for fun I watched on Youtube a suggestion of what our coming winter may bring. . It was all about La Nina and El Nino of course, but with the oceans warmer than they have ever been, old patterns cannot be relied upon, it said. This particular opinion was that we here in the northeast may get a "Big Daddy" snowstorm. Or two. Or not. . Returning from Greenwich yesterday, the driver spotted roadworks and hastily turned off. We wouldn't want to sit in a queue for 5 minutes! How spoiled one becomes. Back in Seattle when you went out, you could not predict when you might get home. Sometimes it could be hours. Literally. We ended up by the Battenkill and stopped briefly. There turned out to be no access to take reflection pictures, but I found a woodland sunflower instead. . And some pretty meadow phlox. . They were hiding in a lovely, shady little spot where we could hear the river pounding over a weir. But to get to the river involved climbing down a steep, slippery slope which my feet were not clad for, even if I had been tempted. . Driving away, I got pictures of backlit grass. . Mama and her boy were back. They let me take a few photographs and I was able to confirm that the fawn is a lad. . . Until last year, we had never seen a stag here. Then, it was a brief glimpse of a single animal. Suddenly this year, there are more boys than girls. . The view from my desk is blocked now, by tall sunflowers. After failing for years to persuade them to germinate, never mind grow, I decided the thing to do would be to plant them under my window. It worked! . Early this morning I thought I'd actually grown a black sunflower, but taking the picture revealed that it is just a very dark red . You have to move carefully out there, so as not to ruin spider work. Yucca plant decoration. . Luckily though, Grant came by at an opportune moment yesterday and noticed something beyond, that I would otherwise have missed. But I'll save that for tomorrow. | | | |
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