Sunday, August 31, 2014
Last day of August, and already it's started. The take down of old flowers that have bit the dust. Thornless blackberries, having never produced berries before, have decided to show their stuff. Not a lot of berries, but enough for the birds to steal.
Spencer, visiting as he does every day, slept through it all..............
On my porch. In his chair. No one sits in his chair. Not even his brother Smokey. And he's welcome to that chair. I even turned the cushion over so it would be more cushy for him. He doesn't seem to notice the fading begonias and fuschias. I can see them slowly turning rusty. But I just can't make myself yank them out of the dirt.
Smokey has taken to the gate. To stare. When Spencer is fully awake, he has taken to hanging off the bench. To stare. To purr in the still muggy sun. To just hang out.
Then in the morning and the evening it is a staring match . A battle of wills between outdoors and indoors. Weather's changing. They sense it.
The stellar jays sense it. They steal apples. They taunt cats. And the cats respond by flopping down in the grass and staring at the fence. But I think they're watching the flowers droop ever so slightly, or possibly more than slightly. I also think they are still hunting snakes up there. It's been snake heaven for Smokey this year. I'm not quite ready to say goodbye to summer. I don't think he is either.....
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Cats will rule their world. Well, at least, Spencer thinks so. Bo will wonder about Smokey.
Smokey will not wonder about much. Hair will be cut.
Heat of the day will cause cats to seek shade.
All that will be heard in the heavy heat of the day is the snip, snip, snip of scisssors. Hair falling to the ground.
( Remember these are the neighbours cats. They come to visit. To hang. To have a spa day...)
But on a hot August day like this, it's too hot to even move. Cordelia stays on the compost. Safe from Spencer. He chases her when he can. Today it is too hot to chase.
Snip, snip, snip, is all you hear in the garden.
Smokey is a gate crasher. He flops in the shade of the gate. Spencer surveys the world from above.
Cordelia sits on a Moai. Watches the others. Smokey watches her. His ears perk up. Snip, snip, snip.
Activity in the garden has ceased. The clouds start to turn gold.
Wars can shatter the silence, and somewhere a new discovery will be born."The soul of God will be poured into the world" (Emerson)
Sunday, August 24, 2014
let me see something tomorrow which I never saw before." (Samuel Johnson)
"Cat of the shadows, he appears as tame,
till from behind the grate, the gold eyes glare
with such a light as could consume the whole
to ashes and a memory of flame." (Panther)
(On capturing a hornet's nest, that looks like an alien head....)
From Bright purple plums on the trees , to the fiery sunrise. Fiery due to the smokey haze that lingers in the sky, from the fires in the B.C. Interior. Makes for some incredible sun shots.
And the cats keep their vigils. Cordelia on her Moai head. Smokey on the porch. Fastidious in their washing and grooming, so as to look just right for their photo op.
Of course, Smokey just had to flop on the stairs in the hottest sunset of the summer.
"For you are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to b e here." (Max Ehrmann)
And the skies bright and untamed, untouched photos.....
"Give me a spark o' nature's fire, that's a the learning I desire." (Robert Burns)
Monday, August 18, 2014
Under this bush , hidden from view. If you look closely you can see a huge grey mass. The entire bush is a hornets nest. Ewwwww.
Smokey does not seem to worried about hornets.Cats. In the spring, the hornet queen will create the nest. I never saw the nest in the spring, or in the summer, or until now, when it had cooled enough to go out on the hill to chop the underbrush.
Hornets have long stingers with which they defend their hives and kill. Oh joy, oy rapture. I almost put my hand on the hive ( ewwwww).
They live to sting again and again.
Single hornet stings are not fatal, unless you are allergic. The most venomous hornet is the Asian giant hornet. Oh yuck. ( I almost put my hand ON the nest....ewwww)
Hornets are very good in rallying all their pals to sting in self defense of the nest. It is incredibly dangerous to humans. There is actually an attack Pheromone that is released when the nest is threatened.Calls the others to attack. I had to be very careful getting a pic of the nest, to show the pest control guy. Was not my favourite thing to do.
Hornets feed on nectar and sweet plants, including sap, rotting trees, honey and sugary foodstuffs provided by humans, apples, plums. Sometimes they will burrow into a sweet fruit to eat. Humans have been known to pluck a fruit with a hornet inside ( ewwwwww...we have lots of fruit ripening).