Actual

Tanacetum vulgare (Tansy)

Today, September 22, 2024, is the actual day that begins Fall, aka Autumn. Below is what I read early this morning in Earth Prayers from around the World: 365 Prayers, Poems, and Invocations for the Honoring the Earth, edited by Elizabeth Roberts and Elias Amidon.

O sacred season of Autumn, be my teacher,

for I wish to learn the virtue of contentment.

As I gaze upon your full-colored beauty,

I sense all about you

an at-homeness with your amber riches.

You are the season of retirement,

of full barns and harvested fields.

At the cycle of growth has ceased,

and the busy work of giving life

is now completed.

I sense in you no regrets:

you’ve lived a full life.

I live in a society that if ever-restless,

always eager for more mountains to climb,

seeing happiness through more and more possessions.

As a child of my culture,

I am seldom truly at peace with what I have.

Teach me to take stock of what I have given and received,

may I now that it’s enough,

that my striving can cease

in the abundance of God’s grace.

May I know the contentment

that allows the totality of my energies

to come to full flower.

May I know that like you I am rich beyond measure.

As you, O Autumn, take pleasure in your great bounty,

let me also take delight

in the abundance of the simple things in life

which are the true source of joy.

With the golden glow of peaceful contentment

may I truly appreciate this autumn day.

EDWARD HAYS

Fall, 2024

This picture was taken 
Saturday when Shasta and I took
our morning walk.

Twice a year, in March and again in September, Earth reaches a point in "her" orbit that the sun shines directly on the Equator. Thus, the Spring and Fall equinoxes occur as a "result of Earth's spinning on an axis that is tilted 23.5 degrees from the plane of its orbit." Day light dwindles . . . have you noticed? Since Shasta and I are early risers, we are certainly aware that day light comes later than a short month ago.

The yellow leaf Japanese maple
in the front yard.

Visitors have commented on the changing color of the leaves as they walk through the front garden. These will soon make their way to the ground where they will remain and feed what grows in the area.

This Fushsia flower gooseberry
(Ribes specious) is stunning
no matter the season.

Roger's red grape
(Vita californica)
is so beautiful as the leaves 
turn their usual bright red
at this time of the year.

Recently a ladder allowed me to remove all the clusters of grapes. Since more than two of these vines are unwanted, about this time of the year the clusters are cut and deposited into the green bin which is then emptied by the local pick up company on Mondays. As Shasta ages it is a reminder to each and every one of us that with each passing day we grow older.

As Shasta ages it is a reminder to each and every one of us that with each passing day we grow older. 

Each and every afternoon she loves to play ball . . . in the house this ball is thrown into the air and she catches it. She is NOT interested in retrieving the ball if one throws it across the room as her Auntie T has done.

Perhaps, as we grapple with our aging,  each and every day the remedy is to have a frequent 

Abundance

Mother, Father, God, Universal Power

Remind us daily of the sanctity of all life.

Touch our hearts wit the glories oneness

of all creation,

As we strive to respect all the living beings

on this plant.

Penetrate our souls with the beauty of this

earth,

As we attune ourselves to the rhythm and

flow of the seasons.

Awaken our minds with the knowledge to

achieve a world in perfect harmony

  And grant us the wisdom to realize that we

can have heaven on earth.

JO POORE

Seems that the hummingbirds are migrating as their two feeders need replenishing almost daily.  Usually these feeders are washed and new "nectar" added twice a week.

This is the feeder hanging
from the kitchen window
where the hummingbirds
are visible from the kitchen table.

And this feeder hangs
in the backyard.

The hummingbirds were flying about waiting for the refill of their nectar as I went to hang both of these. I believe that the hummingbirds are migrating so they "tank up" so to speak where they can. I also observe some hummers visiting the tubular flowers of the three Penstemon eatonii that are planted in the front yard.

Penstemon eatonii
('Firecracker' beardtongue)

Another magnet for flying insects, in this case bees, are the two garlic chives plants also in the front yard. Occasionally hummers have been seen on these flowers as well.

Allium tuberosum

(Garlic chives or Chinese chives)

If one searches the bees are visible. These particular chives are grown for their stronger garlicky flavor tasting rather like a super spicy garlic. 

The weather here in the mornings is definitely not to my liking. I am reminded of the reason Santa Fe, New Mexico, was. There, where the elevation is higher, I recall fog was a rare occasion. 

Below you can observe Shasta enjoying the sunshine. As I note her proclivity for sleeping more thought-out the day, the realization that she is considered an elderly dog occurs to me. Her records show she was born on February 25, 2012. I do so treasure each day with her. AND she is just so ready for our morning walk ... trotting along at a quick pace which in no way matches our pace of a few years ago. Growing old is not for the faint of heart a very wise person once said.

If you look closely at the grape vines (Vita californica [Roger's red grape]) on either side of her, you can see the ripe grapes. 

For reasons I thought were my inadequacy I was unable to write this post. However, speaking with a computer savvy person told me it was that the iMac was not operating as it should. I just quit blogger.com. Yeah, today the posting was easy peasy as the saying goes. And I had a good

Turning: Day 246 of 366, 2024

Dwight constructed this
structure on which two
vines could climb; also
providing a "gateway" to 
the backyard.

The air is crisp, the sky is clear and the Roger's red grape (Vita californica) vines holds a plethora of clusters of fruit.

These grapes are not to my taste, but I might add that the people who bought our home in Santa Fe, New Mexico ate them with relish.

A stunningly tall sunflower, Hopi Black Dye sunflower (Helianthus annus or Hopi name: Tceq' Qu' Is), to which my introduction came while living in New Mexico. The seeds are saved from year to year to plant as soon as the soil is warmed.

Between the very short wooden fence and the three Deergrass (Muhlenbergi rigens) the sunflowers seeds are planted in four circle of potting soil. Sunflowers do not seem to need enriched soil so the same circles of soil are planted with eight to twelve seeds. The puniest plants are pulled out.

Clearly all of the seeds are not saved for planting the following year. They are fed to birds. There is in the tray hanging in the back yard. Shasta is very adroit at keeping the squirrels from consuming the seeds. 

The Mexican sunflower (Tithonia rotundifolia) is one of my favorite. It's "common" name is red sunflower. It is native to Mexico and Central America and typically grows 4 to 6 feet tall in on season. Indeed they grew to that height in Santa Fe, New Mexico. However, here in Northern California it usually is 2 to 3 feet.

This one is planted just east of the driveway in the garage and seems to be the most ideal spot since it is nearly two feet tall.The remaining four, planted to the west of the walkway to the front door, are merely a foot tall with nary a flower bud.

One of my favorite shrubs is Coffeeberry (Rhamnus californica 'Eve Case'). There are two planted along the backyard east most fence in 2021. 

For the very first time here at PageRefuge a "berry" has appeared on the larger of the two bushes. Excited just cannot nearly describe the feeling when it was first noticed.

As I was sitting in the living room a couple walked along the pavement near the ditch, the male noted that he considered the house attractive (or some such word . . . my memory is NOT what it use to be!). I said "thank you" then had a delightful