The local leaves are just about at peak color, sliding past peak any day now as the colors drift down with the leaves. It sure is pretty around here for now. Yesterday I noticed a new dandelion blossom. Today there’s a small cluster of little white flowers. Garter snakes are out and about. I wish they’d feast on more of the mice that keep getting into the house. We must have trapped almost two dozen since last Sunday.
Autumn's silver and gold
Photo by J. Harrington
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The Better Half, plus our son, plus me, have all voted early. I wonder how long post November 5 the suspense may continue and how long after that the prospect of violence may hang in the air. Meanwhile, critical global and national issues continue to fester instead of getting the attention deserved and needed. For example, a report issued this past week calls to our attention, inter alia, the following:
Most gravely, while itself a victim of climate change,
the degradation of freshwater ecosystems including
the loss of moisture in the soil has become a driver
of climate change and biodiversity loss. The result
is more frequent and increasingly severe droughts,
floods, heatwaves, and wildfires, playing out across
the globe. And a future of growing water scarcity,
with grave consequences for human security.
Nearly 3 billion people and more than half of the
world’s food production are now in areas where
total water storage is projected to decline.
We’ve seen examples of these issues with recent hurricanes and flooding in major parts of our country. Most Republicans I’ve read about claim climate change is some kind of scam. Of course many of them also continue to incorrectly refer to the 2020 election as “stolen.”
Things got more than a little hectic around the homestead this week, especially today. The Better Half noticed one of the kitchen cabinets needs major repairs. An electrical circuit that, about this time last year,, started tripping the breaker for no reason that we or the electrician could figure out, is doing it again this year. My theory is that mice in the garage are biting into a hot wire because the breaker can be reset after a few hours. Anyhow, I’m tuckered so this posting is short and as sweet as I can make it. More next week.
Neighbors in October
By David Baker
All afternoon his tractor pulls a flat wagonwith bales to the barn, then back to the waitingchopped field. It trails a feather of smoke.Down the block we bend with the season:shoes to polish for a big game,storm windows to batten or patch.And how like a field is the whole sky nowthat the maples have shed their leaves, too.It makes us believers—stationed in groups,leaning on rakes, looking into space. We rub blistersover billows of leaf smoke. Or stand alone,bagging gold for the cold days to come.
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