The sun was too bright to look at, even in 90% eclipse today, but I got a couple images for you. First, a peach in my garden taken at full eclipse, against the sun, with some peach leaves for a filter. Look at how strong the shadows are and how crisp the edges!
Second, a leafhopper walking across the uneclipsed crescent of the sun, totally unfazed, through a pinhole projector made of a sheet of tinfoil, casting an image on a sheet of paper.
If you’re going to see an eclipse, earth’s the place for it, I say.
The emotional colourings of trees and the balance between these colourings can be very beautiful.
This form of art is as much a garden harvest as any other. In this case, the art is in an old, private graveyard in Zurich. It is a place of great spirit. This form of ripeness — this agricultural harvest — cannot be created by landscaping or by work. It has to be allowed to find its balance. By it, we can find our measure. Beautiful!
Every single one. Note the pruning cuts to separate the fruits from sharp angles, where they will be trapped and rot, and the edges of the twigs tipped to help the tree lay down next year’s twig in a place to renew this one.
Poor Man’s Bonsai!
Thinning will follow in June, to complete the selection, removing scarred fruits first, spacing the rest, and removing any remaining trapped fruits. There are millions of nectarine trees, each with hundreds of fruits, and each one is chosen by hand and eye, every single one.
Ah, Autumn! Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. And one lone Bramley hanging out with her friends. The front garden beside them is putting on a fall show. Vetch is dragging the old ones down to the dark earth. They go willingly. Asters are still playing their tricks on the sun. Summer’s poppies are still speaking Old Norse like they do. But all in all, things are coming to the point at which they all give themselves to the earth. Not all at once, though. But the earth is calling.
Even the gardener has heard.
Yes, that’s her getting a little sun.
She’s carrying a lot of eggs! A heavy load!
Her consort was by three weeks ago, but now it is time to find shelter.
The praying mantis is one of the reasons why the cricket songs of summer go quiet, but the cricket songs of summer are a reason she comes by.
Fair trade. Oh, and there are perks.
And if you go inside, there’s Silesian apple cake, just like my Grandmother and mother used to make it. It’s that time of year. Rejoice.