“The extensive planting of just one exotic species removes thousands of native species.” — “The Trees in My Forest” by Bernd Heinrich-Biologist and Author
Years ago, a neighbor fashioned a loop and hook from a metal coat hanger and affixed it to our gate. The coat hanger has long since rusted. Routinely over the summer, a bag appeared attached to the hanger filled with the best tomatoes you have ever put in your mouth.
You might remember a column a couple of weeks back. Momma said when the State Fair comes the weather will turn cooler. Before the fair had ended and practically overnight, temperatures plummeted into the 40s.
Two weeks into fall and walking across the yard feels like walking on potato chips.
It was midday and only 79 degrees; the wind was slightly blowing while clouds covered the sky. Hallelujah, a little break in the weather, though the earth was still dry and desert-like.
Leaves are starting to flutter across the yard onto the porches. A massive number are falling from the ash tree down to the deck. Sweeping may last a day, and then the surface is covered again.
Standing on the porch overlooking the small pond I see reeds on the far side lying on the surface of the water. At least I think they’re reeds; I go inside and get the binoculars.
After watering the plants and feeding the animals, it’s time to delve into a good book. It’s hot as blue blazes outside, often over 100 degrees in the “feels like” category — and it’s not even noon.
R.C. White’s book “Ten Million Kisses” turned over in my hands. If ever a cover attracted my attention this one did. A handsome soldier embraces his girl. The cover is done in deep sepia like photographs stored in boxes and albums from my mom and dad of the same era.
Here’s a little follow-up from last week’s Possumhaw on rain and how you might conserve water to make it work for you.