Freedom Reading

Monarch stopping by.

Moonvine slowly opens at 6 pm

Cloudy and only 80 degrees? That's positively crisp.

I'm out there. All day. The monarchs are stopping by--one hanging out on the fall aster-- the hummingbirds are zipping, the moonvine parasols are opening at dusk every day-->

 And so, having overdone it, and pulled muscles, lugged bags of compost the wrong way [with back and not knees] I'm paying for it.

Sore. Tired. Ready to read.



 You've probably heard about the dust-up around Jonathan Franzen's new novel, Freedom.
I'm reading it on my iPad...and generally...loving it.

By the second chapter, especially--found myself hooked. Patty is one of those characters with more layers than Baklava.

Don't know if it will live up to all the hooplah--cover of Time?! Great American Novelist? etc., etc.

Maybe. Stay tuned.

A Room with (an Edenic) View

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful. ~e.e. cummings

The rain is a godsend--everything has greened up overnight. I'm sitting here at my laptop at the window, looking out onto the garden and it's buzzing with life.

Two hummingbirds are zipping around. A redbellied wookpecker--her head & belly are traffic-cone orange--is flying back and forth from the birdfeeder to the top of the telephone pole where three of her brood wait. She stuffs them with suet and sunflower seeds--flying back and forth, back and forth-- and they're beginning to follow her, and take her lead.

Heavenly fragrant Moonvine...isn't it beautiful? Wish it were a scratch n' sniff pic.