All good things must come to an end, they say, and that includes summer. Or as I now refer to it: Paddle boarding season. It is weird to be fifty-five and nearing the end of my life to discover at this point the outdoor activity that I wanted to be doing my entire life. Paddle boarding is it. None of that for me this evening, however. I get to look at my yard instead.
My wife’s flowers haven’t died yet, but they are starting to look worse for wear a third of the way into September. I doubt they will be alive at all in three more weeks.
The baskets and planters have been moved from the front porch to the deck out back. This is partly to make them easier to cover for frost, but mostly to keep the goddamn deer out of them. They don’t eat them, they just bite off and then spit out the flowers. Oversized rats.
Strathmore, AB, 2024-09-11
Strathmore, AB, 2024-09-11
Looking at them reminds me that winter is coming. I am hoping for some paddle boarding this weekend, but Saturday is not looking good. The forecast is calling for cool weather and rain, but I am going to give it a shot anyhow. We’re talking a Weather Network forecast and they’re wrong more than they’re right.
Except for when I need them to be wrong, of course.
Today’s images made with my Bonzart Ziegel toy camera.
