Ed went from being somewhat preoccupied with his machining projects and oversights to being consumed by them. I keep tabs on all angles of his work, because it's all interesting, and he's interesting, and because it is all outside my comfort zone, so that I consider it to be an education in how things work in the real world. Still, his days are abuzz with activity right now. So much so that he was up at dawn and out of the house (on a mission!) before I even began weighing the hefty question of whether it was time to feed the animals already.
Since he was away for a good chunk of the day, I decided to act like a July gardener rather than a September gardener. None of this "meh, why bother weeding" stuff! Lets get out the clippers and cut spent flowers and pull at least some of those weeds out. Oh, and while I'm at it, there's hand mowing that needs to be done. Normally I'd offload that to Ed, but like I said, the guy's preoccupied.
So I worked. All morning I worked. Most of the afternoon I worked.
We're moving into that phase where beauty lies not necessarily in the abundance of blooms, but in the juxtaposition of, say, a small handful of blooms against a mixed canopy of foliage and a few lingering flowers. So it's different, but equally lovely and compelling. See if you agree:
(these are "autumn" lilies, so I guess we're into autumn now!)
(where will the froggies go after the lilies are done for the year?)
(Happy, always the easiest to photograph because he stands still!)
(Cherry, the jumper! With wing assist.)
Breakfast, by the way, was at noon, on the porch, alone. A rare thing!
Eventually I do think about dinner, though there's not much to mull over. It's obvious I should do a frittata. We are awash with eggs and with veggies and mixing the two is just so delicious! Today I'm reaching for green beans, corn and mushrooms. And a few leftover broccoli flowerettes. And I'm using the tiny eggs of our youngest cheepers, so twelve instead of the usual eight. (We eat the frittata over two days.) Since I like putting most of the shredded cheese on top (most others would throw a big portion of it into the egg mixture), all my frittatas tend to look the same at the finish line. So let me toss in a photo of it when it's still not cooked and before the cheese goes on!
It's my last photo for the day. And just to let you know, I have a busy weekend ahead. Sane people would put aside blogging when days and especially evenings fill up with activity, but I have long abandoned sanity in favor of daily posting, so you'll get something here, even though I'm not sure what!
The evening is cool, the air quality -- well, a bit hazy from the western fires, but honestly, here, at the farmhouse we are feeling enormously lucky.
A good night to all!
With love...
