Harvest Time

I live on a farm. It’s October. The rains are coming. The freezes are coming. This means… Harvest Time.
These are a few of the images I’ve taken recently of things we’ve harvested. I have to say the tomatillas and Onions have been the most photogenic, but then, that’s pretty typical. They are quite lovely and always have the right lighting. Plus they sit still…. Just joking.

I wanted a more updated post for today, but I was a bit tired, coming down with a minor cold, and just not willing to push my book review.

So enjoy the photos.

Signing off
Kate

Dreamy – A Weekly Photo Challenge Post

Milkweed Fluff

Milkweed Fluff

Rarely do I have the opportunity to go with The Daily Post‘s weekly photo challenges, but this week’s theme of ‘Dreamy‘ hit me perfectly. How MichelleW spoke about the clouds and the Utah morning just spoke to me. I am always looking at the magical side of things. The foggy mornings, the misty mountains, the milkweed fluff on a dewy lawn on a crisp fall day…. These things get to me and make my heart want to explode out.

This last week the milkweed seeds have been scattered every morning on the back lawn. It’s more of just a grassy area, mountain grass, that happens to exist despite lack of watering. The milkweed explodes out of its pods in the middle of September and keeps right up through October a lot of the time.

I have this thing about milkweed. When I was little, Fantasia with the milkweed ladies floating down to Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite was magical, and still is to this day. I adore that part of the film. I always wanted to see milkweed, but it didn’t seem to grow where I lived. So, since moving to the mountains in NorCal, where milkweed abounds in my backyard (much to Walter’s disgust and total annoyance) I am a very happy girl. I take pictures of milkweed all the time.

I think this one constitutes as pretty dreamy to me.

Signing off
Kate

Cruuunch!

Real-Acorns-On-The-Ground-WallpapersCrunch. Crunch. Crunch.  Cruuuuuncch.

Ah. That lovely sound of acorns and their caps being crushed beneath your heels. Crunch.

It’s October and as the leaves just start to think about turning to a bouquet of color, the acorns have been on the ground for a couple of weeks now. Crunch.

Every time I walk home I am for those little caps that are like thimbles. Crunch.

Oh, I missed one. Should I back up and make sure I crush that one as well? Crunch.

It’s so incredibly satisfying to hear that crunch below your feet. Crunch. Crunch.

Every year I look forward to it. Like stepping into ice puddles and shattering the glass water. Crack!

Welcome to day one of my 31 days of October, entitled Fun, Fanciful & Factual. Which just means that I will be blogging my regular things: flash fiction, book reviews, and anything that catches my fancy.  I shall attempt to keep up with every day typing. Gads, I’m already sorry I thought I could do this. Someone, stop me now.

I hope to be able to bring a bit of freshness to this blog, and my plan at the end of the month is to do a bit of housecleaning and revamping of the blog. It’s gotten a little cluttered, a little disorganized, and it would be nice to have it a touch more streamlined.

So, here’s to a month. Happy October everyone!

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Signing off
Kate

Fall-Time Classics

woman_reading_romanticIt’s getting to be that time of year where I start to think about fall.  I know, it’s barely even August, but where I live; these mountain homes; autumn comes early.  We can have a freeze in three weeks. (and we just got out of one in June…..) And for some reason, this year autumn is making me think of the Classics. You know… classic books?  Jane Eyre (which I’ve not finished…), Jane Austen, Hemingway, and others.

This Classics thing is on my brain so much that I want to suggest to my librarian, whom I talk to regularly, that we need to have “The Autumn of Classics’ to get people reading them. Start pulling the classics from the scrunched in shelves, and making people sit up and take notice. Set them all around and have covers out.

It’s apple weather, it’s sweater weather…. It’s classics reading weather.

But that’s just me.

What time of year do you think the Classics fit in? See I was always a springtime early summer Jane Austen, but now… Do you read the classics at a particular time? Don’t they fit in with apples, tweed, fox hunts, plaid, straw, pumpkins and falling leaves?

Signing off

Kate

Cloud Banks

I’m in a cloud bank.  A wet and rainy mist-shrouded world of constant drip, drip, dripping.  Plunking on the metal roof, and a perpetual splat sound echoing outside.  Rain, rain, rain. It’s wet, it’s misty, it’s damp.  Paper is feeling damp.  The hygrometer says it’s 77% humidity in the house.  Damp, damp.  Soon anything that shouldn’t mold, might start.  It’s an old house.  Things mold.  Musty smells are common.  Thank goodness it’s not Britain….

The year started off dry.  So dry.  With one small snow storm that turned to ice for weeks… or a week (a week of ice feels much longer than it really is).  No rain.  Dry, dry, dry.  Everyone kept asking. “Well, what are you going to do if it doesn’t rain?”  This was in December or early January….  Can I smack those people now?  Not rain! Ha! Right.

Why do people feel the need to bemoan the weather before the season is even over? I get so tired of people saying it’s too wet, it’s too dry, it’s too windy, it’s too hot, it’s too cold.  Really?  Is there any perfect weather?  Uh, no.

We live in California. It can rain, it can snow, and it can be dry.  Heck, it can do that all in one afternoon where I live.  You think I’m joking?  The standard reply to whether or not you like the weather is to wait five minutes.  It can change that fast here.  Yet people that live here feel the need to predict the bad weather 6 months in advance, or ask me what I might do because of the bad weather, when the result will be six months from now.  That’s like asking me right now what I plan to have for dinner on the 8th of August.  Tell you what, why don’t you call me up on that day and ask me.  Not now.

So, rain rain rain.  It’s good.  There might be some minor flooding for the area, but hey, we can handle it.  Though I’m sure someone, somewhere is going to be complaining there head off about it.  Don’t look at me, I don’t make the weather.  Ask the Big Guy upstairs.

Signing off

~Kate

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Life Goes On

sochi  After two weeks plus of winter Olympics, I’m at a loss.  The world means just a little less to me and there is nothing to look forward to.  Life goes on.

Okay, that might be a bit dramatic, but honestly, after filling each night with sports for over a two week period, it just seems a little empty without all that drama.  I really got hooked into the Olympics this year. Not that I don’t every time they come around, but it seems like this time I was really focused on all the events.  I cut out some of my regularly scheduled watching for certain things like speed skating, which I normally love, to watching much more alpine events.  And curling. I have watched a fair amount of curling, though definitely not enough to what I would like to watch.curling-sochi-triangle-e1392306863656

I got hooked on curling with the Salt Lake City or maybe Torino games.  I was taping them in the middle of the night and watching them with my dad.  I got hooked on curling.  I only remember to really focus on it ever four years, but when I do, watch out, you are gonna hear about it.

I have gotten my sister to like watching the three hour games, and she will watch them as she folds laundry.  And I show great moves to my father, and try to explain the game to my mom, and wonder why everyone says the game is so hard to understand.  It has got to be the most simple thing to get.  It blows my mind that people don’t understand, and my only take on it is, they don’t really want to.

Sochi-Olympics-Curling-Men-1I have learned all the things I know about curling, rules, lingo, etc, from watching the games. I can explain what the hammer is, the button, a freeze, shot rock, the skip, and I can know where a rock/stone needs to be placed just from the set up.  And I don’t even take a serious look at the game. I just watch it.

Kind of how l learned how tennis was played. I watched it.

It surprises me how little people pay attention to things.  They go along in life saying, “I don’t understand that, or this”, but they never actually take the time to even try.  They are so wrapped up in their own thing that it becomes a cop out.

Yes, I am ranting.

Ted Ligety Sochi 2014

Ted Ligety Sochi 2014

Anyways, the games are over. I loved all of it. Ted Ligety (Split) was one of the most exciting gold medals to see, along with Erin Hamlin and Davis and White.  And Andrew Weibrecht winning silver. All so exciting to see.  I was supremely disappointed with how lousy our two curling teams were.  I saw mistakes everywhere and I do not play the game. I was highly impressed with the Canadian teams and honestly, USA needs to take a few (or more) pointers from them.  We sucked.

Well, the games were great. I can’t wait for South Korea.  And now back to the semi final round of curling with Canada and China, then the gold medal round.  I still have them dvr’ed and I am going to be watching them.  I know, I’m strange.

Signing off

~Kate

Christmas Time Is Here

Our lovely patriotic tree. Done up in burgundy balls, turquoise baubles, and glittery icy white snowballs, icicles and dancing reindeer.

Our lovely patriotic tree. Done up in burgundy balls, turquoise baubles, and glittery icy white snowballs, icicles and dancing reindeer.

I’m sitting here looking at our lovely tree, dripping with icicles and red balls; gorgeous turquoise ornaments, and reindeer that leap and prance across the branches, twinkling with the most luscious glitter.  The tree sparkles and twinkles, dripping with jewels.  It is an elegant tree.

And it’s December 30th, 2012.  Yup, I am writing this post from last year.  Or it will be last year when this is eventually published.  I’m being proactive.  I never get around to posting an honest to goodness Christmas post here because I’m besieged with other holiday plans.  Like sitting back on the couch and reading because there is actually time.

I love Christmas.  My parents, growing up, had years of not the best Christmases and they more than made up for it for me and my sister.  I have adored Christmas since I can remember.  From the tree to the decorations, to the Mom and Pop bringing back special Christmas treats when they  came back from their mini vacation away from us two for a few days.  The Christmas season never lasted long enough, and still never does.  The one constant?  My family.

My family is always together for this holiday, partly because they can’t get rid of me.  I have had the luxury, though at times I don’t find it to be that way, of being able to spend all my Christmases with my family, excluding the one where I spent it in Pittsburgh with my then, boyfriend.

I love our traditions of watching The Holiday and The Santa Clause.  I love how we have our one Christmas cd we play over and over and over until it’s ingrained in our heads.  I love making homemade eggnog that every one raves about.  And I love just the whole spirit that is part of our family.

Christmas is definitely more about the family and spirit than the presents.  As the Grinch figured out And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”

So, from the cold and snowy, White Christmas land of 2012, Merry Christmas dear readers.  Have a lovely Holiday.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Signing off

~Kate

Journal Notes – The Great Pumpkin

This is from my journal, October 31, 2012

 

We’re watching Charlie Brown and The Great Pumpkin.  I love The Great Pumpkin.  Linus is such a dear.  The other night was a perfect Great Pumpkin night.  The nights where the clouds billow and a damp breeze comes down from the mountains.  You can smell wet leaves and the fresh, sharp scent of a freshly started fire.  It only comes in mid to late October.

 

It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown

It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I rarely have time to type a post for the actual time I want.  Right now as I type this, it is mid February. I was going through my journal after a week of being ill and I just needed to see what had been going on lately. (I sometimes refresh my memory on what I want to write by re-reading the pages)  I found my post/entry on this and though, wow, what a great little thing to have typed up for October.

 

I happen to love The Great Pumpkin, and I look forward to watching it every year after growing up and NEVER watching it.  So what if I’m 31 and I like an old cartoon.  My father still enjoys it.  What’s not to love?  It’s endearing.  It’s kind of tradition.  Right?

 

Hoping everyone has a spectacular and safe Halloween.

 

Signing off

 

~Kate