Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
I used to have spare change – cash – in my wallet. And when I wanted to save a bit for something extra I could reliably find a money here and there to feed the bank.
These days I have a debit card. I don’t carry much cash. Garage sales are about the only places that don’t take debit cards. And my piggy bank. The poor guy is going hungry.
Here’s a selection of flowers from the Master Gardeners Demonstration Garden. This collage came together for the “Pink” theme day of City Daily Photo; there are flowers of other colors in the garden, too.
Geese honk their way across the horizon in loose formations. Their migration south is another sure sign of fall.
This is the second year I’ve grown leeks. As with garlic, I’m hooked.
I do like gardening, growing things. But I love planning a meal, then trotting out to the garden to dig up and harvest something that will be on the dinner menu that evening. And it seems I love it more with every meal. These leeks became a big batch of potato leek soup. The next ones joined a seafood chowder. In all modesty, they were delicious.
I found this tree the other day. What fun! And I was equally impressed when I walked up to photograph it. The air was filled with birdsong.
Then I noticed that those weren’t the only houses nestled along the edge of the property.
Many of the trees had houses nestled in their branches here and there. And most of them looked like they were well used.
We’ve seen more deer in our yard this year than we have since we’ve been here. There has always been at least a mother and one or two fawns that have been regulars. This year the gang has expanded. This mom and her spotted little “Bambi” started coming around last week. (Okay, a disclosure is in order here. We’ve had some fallen apples that we’ve tossed out of our garden enclosure. That’s why Mom’s mouth is open here. She’s eating a small apple.)
For some reason this pose made me think of Robert DeNiro in the movie “Taxi Driver” years ago. “You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to ME?”
This was the best I could do to capture Bambi. I was surprised to see one this young so late in summer. By now most of the fawns are almost as big as Mom.
Here’s another sure sign that autumn is moving in: apples. Branches on local trees are sagging enticingly and the orbs are taking on color.
I harvested the top right apple Sunday from our two year-old tree. The tree has four types of apples grafted onto its trunk. This red gravenstein was the first apple so far that hasn’t caused a cheek-sucking pucker.