The fall leaves seem muted this year. We have not yet reached the peak of brilliant color so anticipated in our region. Perhaps this is due to the unseasonable heat and dry days of September. Instead, the leaves have already started coming down.
I work on the night shift now and sleep during the day, so there was something especially peculiar about being woken up at two in the afternoon on August 21 by my eclipse-enthralled family, specifically to go outside to watch the sky grow dark.
A little brown bat (Myotislucifungus) has taken up residence on my front porch. It can be seen sleeping in the daytime, if you look for it. It hangs upside down, as bats do, up near the ceiling. It’s sheltered behind a block of wood that serves as a phoebe defense.
Did you know that a giraffe’s tongue is purple to protect it from sunburn in hot climates? Or that a giraffe has seven vertebrae in its long neck—the same as other mammals including people?
I didn’t. That is, until the giraffe April brought all things giraffe to my attention.
St. Francis deSales cemetery has a new grounds crew. This summer, St. Paul’s parish is using a local herd of sheep to maintain the grass in its historic cemetery in French Woods, NY, a community about five miles north of Long Eddy.
My son Sam’s “launch pad” is back. By “launch pad” I am referring to the sudden metamorphosis of one of our living room sofas to a staging area for Sam’s belongings and all-purpose rubble. It is both the essence of home and a point of departure for his frequent comings and goings.
Last week I snapped a photo of the stubborn slab of gritty snow that is the final vestige of the blizzard of ’17. This crust of snow is found wasting away in the sudden spring heat at the side of the Tops supermarket parking lot in Hancock, NY.
Red-wing blackbirds are back, creating a riot at my bird feeders. The snowdrops are about to bloom. Sap is running. Wild watercress, now growing in our muddy streams, is a respite for our winter-weary eyes.
Was 2016 some alternate reality? A dream? A fantastic trip down the rabbit hole?
The holidays are over and the Christmas ornaments have gone back into their tissue-paper layers. The cow’s tooth, the clothespin reindeer, the crystal seahorse and the slender, antique tear drops were all packed away and sealed into their Rubbermaid totes.