9-13-11 VERMONT: Everything was grey this morning. Visibility was maybe a 100 feet. Looking up, the sky was blue indicating a nice day to come. When the dogs and I walked the pasture, I needed a jacket and my Wellingtons got wet to mid-calf. There were thousands of spider webs about a inch off the ground, visible because they were filled with dew. By mid-morning the mist was gone, and it was sunny, warm, dry and hazy.
The apples from the grandchildren trees, one planted on each natal occasion, are delicious this year. Usually the unsprayed and untreated fruit is small, lumpy and scarred, but, for unknown reasons, this year is different. Anything that falls in the pasture, of course, belongs to Brady the horse. He won’t need to see a doctor for at least a decade.
Where's the yard?
Joe Pye Weed and Asters.
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