A Day in the Life

I woke up at 4:30 am for the reason most older people wake up sometime between (and sometimes more often than once between) midnight and dawn.   That taken care of, I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I picked up one of Allan Mallanson’s “Matthew Hervey” military history novels, Words of Command, and tried to Read More…

80 Acres–Other Views of Fall

Views of the grass to woods margin: I was north of Center Walk, where the Indiangrass had stopped, and the only tallgrass is Little Bluestem.  The purple thistle-y looking plants aren’t thistles at all, but Eryngo, which is related to pineapple.  Distantly.  The grass has greened up after six-tenths of an inch of rain night Read More…

80 Acres: The Undertakers

Sober, serious, professionally dressed in black and textured gray, the undertakers spend their off hours sitting around in trees or on fenceposts–or, depending on space availability, on cellphone towers.  Black blots with wrinkled gray necks and matte gray heads, dark eyes and large unpleasantly suggestive beaks.  Sometimes they soar aloft, first observing from their cousins, Read More…

What Was That?!

There’s always something new.  Sometimes pretty, sometimes not.  Sometimes a known thing I’m glad (or sorry, like an invasive alien plant) to see.   And sometimes a total mystery–not just a UID (unidentified)  bird or plant, but a mystery that’s startling and stops me in my tracks. This morning I went out as usual, to do Read More…

80 Acres Fall Has Begun

Signs of fall: departure: seeding of warm-season grasses: the yellow spear-heads of Indiangrass, the color shift of the seedheads of Big Bluestem, the graceful dangling seeds of sideoats grama, the rich purple and silver of Eryngo, the spikes of gayfeather suddenly showing up, with faint color before they open to their own shade of purple, Read More…