There are high puffy clouds in the sky – not terrifically unlike the cotton ball clouds you see strewn across a Midwestern sky. A gaggle of swallows flit through the front yard while the Crape Myrtle has begun its spectacular fall flowering. Secret Agent Dog sits stoically in front of the screen door – ever a watchful eye. What I like is that when I look out the living room windows, I see mostly plants, green and sky. The season has begun to change and while partly sunny it’s a mere 65 degrees at the late hour of 11 am. The plants seem happier for the shortening days and reprieve from the relentless onslaught of summer in the North Bay.
In sad news, Marge is gone. She was here day before last, but yesterday when I went to check on her in the morning in preparation for introductions to a visitor arriving later in the day, she was no where to be found. Even her spectacular web was gone – suggesting clearly something sinister had transpired. Feeling hopeful that perhaps it was just a mishap, like the run in with Ms Honey Bee described previously, I went to the agapanthus stalks this morning without satisfaction. When Ed arrived home last night I grilled him mercilessly… Is there something you need to tell me? Something that happened in the agapanthus that you’ve been keeping from me? After ruthless interrogation I suspect he mightn’t have been involved. In lament of Marge – she should have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word… I suppose it is possible that she simply moved on.
It’s just a shy bit under four months until Zoe arrives – which seems all at once like forever-away and way-to-soon. I can hardly wait to show her the wildflowers in springtime. She’ll likely miss her first season of slink pods, but I imagine she’ll be quite alert when the later blooming wild irises start to parade. Despite the treachery of the trail, I’m determined to take her to the second waterfall at Elliot, to see the wild tiger lilies in full sail. I hope her little face doesn’t get scratched up while we rummage through the dwarf forest on the way. When the water stops flowing I’ll take her to the top of the falls where the little tree frogs live and the Canyon Larkspur bloom. While invariably she won’t have a perfect life, she’ll at least have no nature deficit disorder. We’ll plant flowers and harvest basil together and I’ll teach her how to bake bread and climb mountains. That is, of course, presuming I learn to bake bread in the next few months. All efforts continue to end in peril. Ever the Pollyanna – I’m certain I’ll succeed one day.
It’s nice to wander a bit into the future to a time when perhaps my belly isn’t stretched so taught, I can touch my feet and there’s not a creature inside kicking my internal organs for amusement.
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I'm sorry about Marge. We have a Marge of our own, a fantastic, enormous black and yellow spider that's built a three-sided web (two regular webs on diagonals from each other connected on the third side by straight threads) in the bed under our front window. It's a wonder. I will be sad when she goes away.
I love the cooling chill to the air these days, reminders of fall about to arrive! I'm glad you have such natural beauty around you to watch all the changes. But, I must say, a little jealousy sinks in as I take a look around my suburban street filled with noisy cars and construction workers. Ugh, time for a walk in Marin it seems!
O how lovely! Was that the spider you were talking about when I talked about how I had to take down spider web's earlier? I need more nature. And I think it would also soothe me to write more posts like this myself. Not about zoe... :) about nature.
Yes, I've moved to wordpress. I got tired of the lack of amenities like customer support and a reliable server at diaryland. By the way, I went out to look for our spider to see if she has that same kind of spot, but she had disappeared, as had one half of her remarkable web. Sad. But it's been very cold here (just above freezing last night), so I'm hoping she just took cover.
I had to sign under Anonymous I again forgot my Bloggers sign it account pass word, I can be such a ditz packing my pass word book. I reached out to get it, oh crap it is in the mix of stacked boxes awaiting the day of the auction. I have missed your muses and need to remind myself repeatedly to go to my favorites and check on your world. I am sorry about Marge, it reminded me of a little bird nest that nestled on our rafters, I watched with caution not to disturb but the excitement I felt when little beak's reached above the nest awaiting mom to bring dinner was awesome. A few weeks later the nest was empty, mom sat in the tree next to the house singing in loss her mournful cries. My guess was the king snake that lives in our unfinished roof had found these little birds. I felt sad, last year ones that were born took flight, this year they were just gone. So goes the cycle of life. My thoughts are with you and all you have planned for you little girl not yet to have opened her eyes to the world around her. You will be an awesome mom passing on the wonders of the world we live in, Sandyz (fightn4life)
Nope, we've been going the risky route by not using. It's worked so good, as you'd expect to hear from a guy on that fact. I love it! As for your spider, wished you had taken a picture. I'm a lover of all spiders because they are so odd-looking yet pretty. A garden spider in the yellow variety is nice to see on a summer day.
We'll see. My email addy is "Storm....." C'mon, it's right there on top of my Blogger account when you read. No way is it secret anymore but it is a surprise that I no longer get the usual person sending me shitty things. You still owe me a long email. Ha Ha Ha
i do miss seeing you and talking to you, but every now and then find little notes on my blog from you -- and then it strikes me that all remains connected.
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