Autumn officially arrived at 1:44 p.m. PDT here in these mountains. The equinoxes are the two days of the year (the other one is in the spring) when the hours of the day and night all over the world are equal, or very near to equal. While it's the first day of Fall in the Northern Hemisphere, it's the first day of Spring in the Southern Hemisphere. I love the thought that for two days a year something in this off-kilter world that we live in is in balance. So, to quote my mother, who was from Georgia, "Happy Fall, y'all!"
And, if you're in the Southern Hemisphere, Happy Spring!
The chrysanthemums are doing great and the bees are loving it. Mums are one of my favorite flowers because they're so easy to grow and they don't need a lot of water.
The sky today was that beautiful deep blue that I only see up here in autumn. The summer sky is almost as blue at this altitude, but not quite. The leaves on the Box Elder tree aren't as pretty as they usually are this time of year. Usually they're all a brilliant yellow, but this autumn only a few are turning while the others are mostly just drying up and dropping off. I'm hoping the dogwoods, maples and oaks put on a better show.
I just got such a fright! I looked up and saw what I thought was smoke drifting by the window. I rushed outside and found it was a heavy, wet fog. The Ponderosa pines are collecting it on their needles, where it drips off and provides 'tree rain' to their shallow roots. Not real rain, but better than nothing. That is one of my pathway lamps above. I was trying to think how to take a picture of fog at night and this is the best I could come up with. It's really dark except for where the lights are.
It was chilly today (yay!) and it actually felt cold when I was outside, so I came back in and made a fire for the kitties. I'm going to have to clear everything off of the hearth except for cat blankets because Merlin takes up just about all the space by himself! Our low for tonight is supposed to be 33, just one degree above freezing. Bliss!
The Harvest Moon of 2013 over the path leading into a little meadow. It's been lovely and cool here the past few days; I think (hope) autumn is finally here. No rain, but the cool air and gentle autumn breezes that make the air feel even cooler are most welcome!
"Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits." Samuel Butler
I took this photo of my favorite oak tree in November of 2006. I use it as a header photo every autumn, but usually I have it up on the first of September. I'm late! I know autumn doesn't really start on the first of September (although fifteen or so years ago it used to be well underway by that time) but if I wait for the leaves to turn it just doesn't give me enough time to enjoy my autumn/Halloween decorations...which I'm also late getting put up. Oh well, if being late was good enough for the White Rabbit, I suppose it's good enough for me...
This is a little White Breasted Nuthatch. They always make me think of vampires because of the way they walk with their head facing the ground as they come down the trees. Why don't they get dizzy? Why don't they fall? Why doesn't the weight of that peanut make the little guy topple over? Count Birdcula isn't telling, so I guess I'll have to look it up.
Well, the summer tourist season is over, anyway. Summer weather will probably hang on for another month. Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike summer? I used to like it, when it only lasted three months like it's supposed to do and our high temperature averaged around 75 F. Now summer lasts four months, or longer, and our high today was 82 F in the shade! We got a few plip-plops, drip-drops of rain over the past few days, but it wasn't enough to even measure on the rain gauge. But, the deserts to the north and south of us got so much rain they flooded. The frustration!! Oh well, at least it hasn't gotten up to 100 F like it did last summer. That is waaaay too hot for this old mountain woman!
And some other Wildings, big and little, who kindly share their forest with me:
"To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." Ralph Waldo Emerson
A Young Steller's Jay
Common to high altitude forests all over the west
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Our task must be to free ourselves...by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. ~~ Albert Einstein
June Is Adopt a Cat Month
But, there are always strays who need a loving home - so don't shop, ADOPT! Click the photo for helpful tips on adopting.
If they breathe, they live. If they live, they feel. If they feel, they love. If they love, they are aware. If they are aware, they have a soul. ~ Williams
I love cats because I enjoy my home and, little by little, they become its visible soul ~ Jean Cocteau (That's Malcolm O'Mewy on the chair)
Feed the Hungry
I think we are bound to, and by, Nature. We may want to deny this connection and try to believe we control the external world, but every time there's a snowstorm or drought we know our fate is tied to the world around us. ~~ Alice Hoffman
What I'm Reading Now:
Give a Child a Book
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors and the most patient of teachers.
Charles W. Eliot
A person who collects or is fond of books. Also, a person who immediately feels safe, happy, even euphoric, when holding a favorite book.
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Where there is tea there is hope - Pinero
Boulder Bay, Big Bear Lake
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Lake Gregory, Crestline
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A Favorite Quote
"I don't want life to imitate art; I want life to BE art." Carrie Fisher
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. ~ John Muir, from "The California Mountains"
I'm three-quarters Native American (Oglala Sioux and Cherokee), and one-quarter Northern Italian. I live in a little cottage with my furry "children" in a beautiful mountain forest where we enjoy daily visits from the little wild creatures. I love animals (you probably guessed), books, photography, tall trees, clear lakes, rain, snow, tea, the moon, and creating all kinds of art.