I went for a walk by myself yesterday. “By myself” meaning without the dogs. It felt strange…even a bit lonely. And I had to ask myself, “when did that happen? When did I become a ‘dog person’?” It was certainly easier to take pictures without a dog in tow, but even the neighbors asked where the dogs were. Next time I go out, I’m taking a dog.
The chickens are doing well. One of their favorite treats right now is dried worms. They love dried worms so much, they’ll run from anywhere in the yard as soon as they hear someone shake the dried worm bag. The girls can even get the chickens to jump for dried worms.
Our weather continues to be cool and pleasant. At least cool by August standards. Ginger and I spent time at Forest Park on Sunday, biking in loops around the lotus ponds. Strange things, those lotus ponds; filled with frogs, and all the spent lotus blossoms reaching up toward the sky like so many shower heads. One of these years, I need to remember to get to Forest Park while the lotuses are blooming. I’m sure they’re lovely.
The onset of Fall brings on baking urges, and this week, having a large sack of ripe peaches on hand that no one seemed to be eating, I threw together a pie. CPT A (who favors peach pie above all others) was especially appreciative.
And, in an effort to squeeze in one last hurrah before school began, we took the girls to Southwick’s Zoo – 90 minutes east of us. I plan to include more photos from that visit in another post, but for now, I’ll leave you with this shot of Pepper outside the Polish Chickens pen. With all of the exotic animals on hand in that enormous zoo, it was funny to see how captivated we were by a flock of chickens.
The zoo visit was a sort of condolence prize, really, for a visit to a waterpark that had to be cancelled because our weather has simply not been warm enough. My impatiens aren’t minding the drop in temperature, though. For the first time this summer, they’ve been able to remain perky all day long – rather than droop, as was their habit, each sunny afternoon.
The hydrangeas are shifting from blush pink to a richer Fall hue.
And my zinnias have finally begun to bloom.
I was late plating these this year – they were an impulse buy off the sales table in July – and now I wish I’d planted more. There’s nothing like zinnias for bright, cheerful, lasting color.
Some of the plants – like the salvia – are on round two of their bloom cycle.
And, the black-eyed susans just keep coming…They have definitely taken over this year.
From the dining room table, with the radiators on for the first time since last spring,