Fall isn't quite here yet, even with the colder nights... the trees are holding onto summer as long as they possibly can. I don't know why I'm so hungry for the colors and sounds of fall this year, because fall means winter and winter's lockdown on the Great Lakes is relentless and harsh, but I am desperately craving the flares of orange and red
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I think our colours will have to have a frost before they go autumnal.
(And speaking of orange and red and stuff... are you going to watch the moon eclipse... the RED MOON tonight? - I shall try!)
Love your Asters, the wild ones used to grow in Gran's garden and they're so simple yet joyful. And HOW on earth do woodpeckers manage to peck deeper into those holes without getting their heads jammed? Gawd, you wouldn't want to be slightly inaccurate if you were a w-pecker.
Oh don't hurry the winter on... it's usually quite long enough!!
I went out to look for rose-hips to try and make some jam... but the birds have beaten me to it. The fable is here, that that will mean a COLD winter! Like the thickness of onions skins! Must keep a journal and see!
Bless you little one. I do love your lake... I went to my space by the river yesterday and it was PACKED!!! no peace there!
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I'm not sure what kind of woodpeckers are doing the work... from the size of the holes I'd think it was the big ones, but then they keep getting deeper, and I start to think it must be the little ones and they're actually getting inside and drilling around.
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