Summer has been allowing Autumn to shine through the cracks.
It's an unsettling feeling to have cold feet and to have to rummage through the drawer for heavier socks. To be throwing on an extra layer in the evening, or turning on the heat in the morning.
We live in the Okanagan where it's usually hot well into September, falling asleep to the sounds of crickets seeping into the open windows and soothed by a melodic frog chorus that drifts across the fields. But lately the windows are nearly closed, the floors are cold, and the crickets silenced.
Falling into it allLeaves have started to fall from the maple that lives in the side garden, it's always the first to adapt to the seasonal change, and the fluffy limelight hydrangea blossoms are showing pink tinges on their petals. The yellow flowers of the Black Eyed Susans glow as the sun goes down, shimmering with caramel colored butterflies desperate for one last drink.
But Still Bumbling AlongI've come across chilled bumblebe…
Then I realized....a blog post is like a tree in the forest.
If it's been written, someone will read it and even if they don't leave a comment it's still been noticed, read, probably enjoyed and it's out there representing what Rural is.
I've come to the realization that if a tree falls in the forest, it's heard...by the forest.
So I'm continuing to write these blog posts 'cause I want to bring you more of those moments that feel ever so profoundly Rural.
Like the time an entire murder of black crows coated our snowy back road, a giant mass of feathered protestors refusing to move until my vehicle came to a complete.... ....stop.
Then the nasty feathered fiends flew up to the telephone wires and catcalled me while I…
It's just past mid-winter
That heavy bleak "it's never going to end" feeling centred deep in your heart weighs down your very being....but there is hope.
We may be thinking longingly of spring, wondering when that's going to happen while temperatures drop, winds rage and the snow blows.
The white stuff building up even higher in the garden, but some wonderful winter words should help us get through this dark and gloomy season. So let's explore a few winter words to push those last days of the cold and dark well behind us.
All things relating to winter could be referred to as:1. Hiemal
As in, it was a hiemal season the driveway needed to be plowed....again...... Or it feels very hiemal out there, so maybe I won't bother plowing but just sit here sipping my hot cocoa. I might even post it on Instagram, a steaming cup, snow covered windows all artistically arranged.
Situated or under the snow....
Let's use this word in a gardening reference…