The last golden days of summer, 2010

Why my lawn is un-manicured and chemical-free

This morning, I played hostess to a large rafter of wild turkeys. They appreciated the breakfast buffet of various plants, seeds, and insects, and I was amused by their antics. They're far more interesting to observe than a chemically-laden, "weed-free" expanse of a "perfect" green lawn.

The triumphant return of the summer haiku

tan lines on my feet
hummingbirds at the feeder
summer is perfect

Prime real estate

Osprey family nest on a shipping lane marker in the St. Lawrence River.

Thirteen candles.

Thirteen beautiful years with my Sweet William. How lucky we are.