My sun gold tomatoes keep on turning red on the vines.
The other tomatoes----not so abundant but still looking good.
I've all but wrapped up the garden.
The row of tall beautiful sunflowers is mostly leaning toward the ground.
The one good thing about that is that I can actually get closeup photos of the flowers.
Soon, however, they'll turn to dead stuff to pull from the ground, to pick up and haul away.
My black-eyed susans have already reached that stage, and I won't even take any more photos of the queen's mantel. When ripe and flourishing, it makes a beautiful edging plant.
When dying or dead, it's pretty ugly.
Funny how this time of the year, gardening and flower projects turn from excitement to almost dread, thinking about all the work involved in cutting them back and hauling them away.
Fortunately, for a while, we still have some color, and it's mostly on the ground right now.
The first crisp and colored leaves of fall are dropping from their limbs, covering up grass and creating a neat mosaic for looking downward.
As we know, over the next few weeks, most will hang in there and put on the last major color show of the year.
Then, more work, cleaning it up and making way for the 2025 season.
Like every year, however, the cycle of brand new plants to blah residue brings with it much joy before the gloom of winter sets in.
And, next year we'll start getting excited all over again when we see that first crocus or daffodil open up with a splash of spring color.
Enjoy the photos.
Happy Tuesday.
Off in Spain, Annie has entered the "Super Highway" of Camino pilgrims.
They begin their pilgrimage about 100 km out of Santiago.
So, the population on The Way explodes. See her thoughts and pictures by clicking the link above.
At first I was feeling sorry for those two astronauts who flew the Boeing Starliner to the Space Station.
Instead of being gone for eight days, their home away from home has to last them eight months because of perceived problems with the Starliner.
I can't imagine the emotions I would feel in that situation, but I also understand that these folks are tough cookies who've been trained to mentally prepare for the unknown.
Now, I think they are the luckiest people OFF EARTH.
They don't have to listen to or watch the insanity down here on the planet. They can just look at stars and fix things and run experiments.
I did hear the other day that a way has been figured out for them to complete their patriotic duty of voting in the Presidential election.
The computer age has found ways to fix such things so they'll work.
I wish the computer age would find some ways to fix our American politics.
As a teacher, I used to yell at high school kids for commenting about how virtually everything "sucked."
Of course, the first approach was to tell them that only vacuum cleaners suck.
Then, if they didn't get the hint, I had a talk with them outside the classroom and appealed to their better angels about categorizing so many things that "sucked."
Usually, they cleaned up their language, and we could move on.
Now, at 77, I really don't mind hearing or even using "sucks" in reference to the political scene which we must endure day after day, hour after hour for 365 days a year.
Yesterday I told Bill, after listening to most of the insanity for Sept. 16, 2024, that these supposed adults who call themselves leaders remind me of day care gone bad.
Most of the day care centers I've known have exhibited much more credibility than we see among the supposed adults vying to lead us Americans onward.
As the days go by and each day's or even each hour's drama sinks even deeper into the abyss of total and immature insanity, I want to get on a space ship and escape the disgust and the pathetic disappointment of American politics.
Granted, they aren't all bad, but those who are really awful and really childish create more than enough daily misery for the rest of us.
And, the worst part: people who are supposed to be smart give them credibility.
I think a lot of it may have to do with the 24-7 news cycle and all the money these true-life horror stories generate for the news stations.
The astronauts are lucky that they can't come home until it's over, but then again, when does it ever stop?
It ain't over 'til it's over and that's not fun to ponder.
That's all.
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