This morning, after doing chores, I grabbed my camera to take a walk around, documenting some of the strange phenomena we have been seeing here during this strange and apparently late, long autumn. While our average first frost date is October 1st, a quick check of the definition of average shows us that we need to have both late and early comings of Jack Frost and his delayed arrival this year, while it seems unusual, does fit with the math.
The ducks are why we cannot have nice things, so the chickens think, and they are not far from wrong! Take a close look at the left side of the picture...
The sheep are still out on pasture, not a common sight here this time of year, but they still have green stuff to eat, thanks in part to the warmish temps and in part to the copious rain. Even having been shorn (Icelandic sheep get two hair cuts a year, and no need to knit them sweaters, as their wool grows in quickly in the fall!)
|views of some of my|
plants. They are all
the same age, same
|Are you an Elder?||goldenrod|
And back on the porch, a pile of pumpkins celebrates the season while waiting to become food -- or feed -- and the amazing lavender who is blooming in solidarity with the goldenrod and the daisy, while waiting to be transplanted to her home in the herb bed.