Was life ever this green?
Sept. 24th, and although windings-down can be manipulated digitally on the PC, as above, what's really happening is a gradual browning-down. Gourd tendrils are not advancing, imminently to dry and encrispen; cosmos seeds are either going to be picked by me or will be plucked clean by the hungry gold-finches. A squirrel ruined the sunflower plant, burying a nut in the too-late- protected top soil in the flower pot.. Yet the thing continues, until frozen-out, to cast a small blossom.
A pair of mourning doves have taken up squatters' rights on the deck and are so lacking in fear or sense that they allow me to come and go and do my watering and pruning chores without flying off. ome people hunt these creatures. But for their erratic flight patterns their peaceful nature assures easy bags.
In this political season there is a much broader dichotomy than just between Dems' and Repubs' philosophy. The blood-lust of hunters, as currently on our decision plates with the great white huntress of the north before us - that alone makes up my mind to pass on SP, now and forever. And there are plenty of other reasons not to vote for her.
The SRN prefers for things to attrition-out naturally, like our deck plants, unslain except for those pesky squirrels.
(Let's kill 'em! Not.)
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