Hope you are still doing well. Are you gearing up for a round of holidays? Here’s an update on the home front. I was in the kitchen yesterday when I spotted this rare vision through my back glass doors. Afraid I would spook this beautiful guy if I slid the door open, I tried to take a photo through the glass. Didn’t work. So as slowly and quietly as I could, I slid the door open and took several shots. This little fellow was busy and paid me no mind at all. Is he actually EATING the cat food? Does anyone there know? If so, feel free to drop us a line. I like the red leaf in the bottom left corner — a little messenger that fall is just around the corner. I’m ready for some pleasant weather, aren’t you?
Mike complains that EVERYTHING eats our cat food. What does Meow Mix put in that stuff? It’s attracting possums, raccoons, dogs, and now butterflies?! But if I see a bear out there one day I’m changing brands. Did you hear that a black bear was wandering around town a few months ago? If Bruno comes knocking on my door I’ll just give him the whole 18-pound bag and ask him politely to go away.
You’ll be glad to hear Mike’s little back porch tomato garden is producing. Who doesn’t love the little Tommy Toes. We’ve already taken some over to Mrs. Williams. Hers didn’t do well this year. I do dearly love picking little tomatoes right off the back deck. Now THAT’S convenience.
Katie took some home on Labor Day as well as some grown-up tomatoes. She had been craving a good ripe tomato all summer, and not the ones from Wal-Mart, either. And she’s too tired after work to stop at a roadside stand. She was a happy camper and called later to let us know she was just sitting down to a juicy tomato sandwich.
Now here’s a couple of red peppers ready for picking. Will make a nice stir fry, don’t you think? In olive oil, of course. Yummy.
Mike says he’ll whip up some salsa with his jalapeno peppers. I can’t do jalapenos. I have the SINUSES from HADES already. If I add anything more to the mix you’ll hear on the news about some crazy lady from Alabama running around like a steam engine with smoke coming out her ears. NOT a pretty sight. But not so with my offspring. When my son Henry was three we were visiting with friends when he spied the man of the house eating hot peppers and begged for some. The man grinned. “I’ll just give him a teeny little bite,” he says. Men are SUCH gleeful savages, though he was true to his word. But Henry kept wanting more. With tears streaming down his plump little face, he just kept eating and loving it. My Spanish teacher once told me I had a good accent and asked if there was any Hispanic in my family background. As far as I know I’m as WASP as they come, though I love languages — especially the musical Spanish. But after I saw Henry gobbling down hot peppers like a little muchachito I started to wonder. My daughter does the same thing.
While I was down that way, I checked out our fig tree. We’re naming it “The Brain” because it’s taking over the world. Okay. Maaaabe not the whole world, but it likes living on that little hill. It has this wonderful shady nook underneath you can actually sit inside or stand up in. This year the figs are so plump, juicy, and sweet you can just eat them off the tree. Must be all the rain we’ve had this year. And we have to pick them fast because the birds love them, too. We only got a couple of bags of pickings off it, because for some reason they only ripen a few at a time.
I love how they lurk under the leaves and you have to really concentrate to see them. And, umm, just so you know . . . don’t expect to just come charging up the hill and pop one of these little pretties in your mouth. I already ate them. Sorreeee. But see. I did take a picture beforehand so you can see what you missed.
Here’s the full fellow in all his wandering glory. I know he needs cutting back, but I love the shady nook underneath and the big crooked branches. It’s just a fig tree with personality.
This is deep inside the monster fig tree, and this is at high noon. Lovely, luscious shade. Okay. Enough with the fig tree already. Hope you like the pictures. I know that noon is not the best time to take them, but that’s what I did on the spur of the moment. That’s what I do. Why do I DO that? Send us some of your stuff. I’ll bet your garden is beautiful this year. And if you don’t have one, I’ll bet your neighbor does.
Bye for now. Catch ya later. Please write back.
Love, Linda XXXX0000