It is certainly cooler here. Fall-ish. Most of the back-deck container plants are done-in. Some for neglect while we were “up north” scoping possibilities. Some because, well, it’s that time of year. We’re waiting for the garlic chive to set seeds so we can harvest for next year. They are slow to mature for some reason. Heirloom chive out front is similarly late to seed.
Chocolate mint is still hale and hearty, so I could reach down and pinch-off a leaf or two to chew while sitting on the deck debating if it would be this evening or tomorrow for yet another session with the mower. Yes, the lawn is growing marvelously. Fescue prefers cooler weather like we’ve had the last few days. Cool enough I was instructed to open windows. First, I relieved the AC of immediate duties, then I opened windows on opposite sides of the castle as directed. By morning, it was almost uncomfortably cool inside.
Resident hummingbirds are messing with our minds. Normal progression to departure time is for them to become aggressively territorial, the bolder ones chasing away the less bold to maintain exclusivity of their feeding grounds. Then as it nears time to finally pack up and head to wherever, to actually share the eighteen or so feeding stations. So far, not so. The head count is low and because of that, little arial combat. Still no sharing, but again because of low numbers it’s of little concern anyway. I don’t know if the Democrats or the Republicans are to blame.
In legitimate conservative press and naturally conservative blogs there’s been a lot of chatter on the passing of RBG. Her politics are not my politics, but I see no reason why any official or blog press should be so brutal. Uncivil. I want to compare those people to the BLM/anti-police animals who tried to blockade the hospital where the ambushed California deputies were being treated, the demonstrators shouting that they wished the families of the deputies to know they hoped for the deputies’ deaths. Please, folk, for RBG a moment of silence, then without racist or sexist rancor, get back to politics.
About the fires out west. I’m no fan of the attitudes or politics out that way. I’ve made stupid statements before about how the whole west coast could earthquake off into the Spacific Ocean and that would be fine by me. Or they could disconnect from the rest of the country, take Oregon and Washington with them as satellites, dope themselves silly, and I’d be in favor of leaving them alone so long as they were not allowed to leave their new nation. Yeah, numbskull ideas. That’s okay, they probably don’t think much of me either. But I read where the first death – of a smoke eater – happened as a result of the “gender reveal” party. There are some folks there have to be really proud. I mean, they must really get some good grass out there to be that stoned.
Not going there.
Hmm. No excessive rain
All the rain I expected from the hurricanes never materialized here. I guess that’s my fault. Probably. Put it on my desk; I’ll get to it first thing tomorrow morning.
That’s all I have.
Well, no, it’s not. I noodled thoughts for this onto a yellow legal pad while I was helping the Boss hold the back deck down this afternoon. There’s an entry I can’t make out: “grumg ganfbations.” I have no idea what that was. Is. Could be. Might have been.