For the past day or so, the breeze around here has been out of the south or southwest, blowing across our field of tumblegrass. When I was playing with a couple of the dogs in the run earlier today, I noticed the results of that combination. Lots and lots of purple lovegrass seedheads are piled up about three feet deep in a fence corner next to the run and the compost heaps. Every once in awhile, the breeze would swirl around from the northeast and the seedheads would creep over the bottom of the old canoe. I haven't seen anything that looks as creepy since I stopped watching Twilight Zone.
tumblegrass seed heads piled up
Once the dogs were attended to, I decided to go exploring. The Better Half wants to try some "sumac tea," and I had read that we were past peak season for collecting the seed clusters, not to
speakwrite of not knowing where to find any seed clusters to collect. I also needed to stop at the post office to drop off a package. While driving the back roads, I confirmed that at least one of the local trumpeter swans is still around. I noticed a few sumac berry clusters that were out of my reach on 10 or 12 foot tall stems. Further on I found several thickets that had no berries whatsoever except for a few remaining and much abused partial clusters. I don't know if other foragers beat me to them or they just had a bad year. While staring at a missed opportunity, I was strafed by a sole monarch butterfly, the first I've seen in quite awhile. It headed south while I got back behind the wheel and drove first north and then east. I finally saw what looked like some decent berries and parked to "reduce to possession" eight or nine clusters. Then it was time to get some pictures of the Sunrise River as it heads into the North Pool. I've been meaning to do that for more than a month now and today I was doing the best I can to enjoy and preserve this weather so I can at least bring out the photos next February and remember the good times that will come again with the turning of the seasons.
Sunrise River at County Road 19
looking North from the road
Note to self: the fact that we live in a very beautiful part of the world is not very beneficial if we just sit inside on our duff and look out at the same scenery every day. You know, the old "if nature's beauty is on display and no one is there to see it..." routine.
To the Light of September
When you are already hereyou appear to be onlya name that tells of youwhether you are present or not
and for now it seems as thoughyou are still summerstill the high familiarendless summeryet with a glintof bronze in the chill morningsand the late yellow petalsof the mullein flutteringon the stalks that leanover their brokenshadows across the cracked ground
but they all knowthat you have comethe seed heads of the sagethe whispering birdswith nowhere to hide youto keep you for later
youwho fly with them
you who are neitherbefore nor afteryou who arrivewith blue plumsthat have fallen through the night
perfect in the dew
Thanks for visiting. Come again when you can.
Please be kind to each other while you can.