It's hard on fall, calendar be damned. Every morning I wake to wet, either a full rain, or a heavy, dew.
By afternoon and evening, the wet has cleared off and I have only shivering flowers.
This afternoon was a bright, bright day, and I set off to play cards. We still have only three; our newbie was able to come; Nancy is off playing bridge. And, I won by one point, on the last hand.
In fairness, I was ahead the first several hands, then spent the afternoon in second or third place. The two fellows talked "strategy" all afternoon, then teased me about my silent strategy, winning by one point on the last hand.
Think what they may, my head no longer holds strategies; only the cards I'm dealt and how to play them without reneging.
This is the field between the trailer park and the main road.That actually is about half our septic field. It was bright and beautiful today.
I stopped by the golf course on the way home. Here is the lake and a bit of the tree in my header. There have been no golfers all summer.
Weekend news was the opening of the new visitor center for the park, on Main Street in old Boston, and the purchase of the golf course by the Conservancy. The purchase agreement is signed; a lot of the money still must be raised.
More unkempt grounds further along the golf course.
And more unmowed grounds. I think about the grass that stays green and the grass that grows tall, brown and shaggy. I don't know anyone expert enough in golf course technology to explain the difference. Perhaps Geo. is reading and will explain.
Back home at day's end, one of the last mandevilla blooms. This weekend probably will be their end.
My list of errands for tomorrow includes a drive down to Boston Park, to see what damage may have happened to the Park. This is the People's Park, dating to earlier than the Great Depression, built and maintained by Boston's residents on the scraps of road right of way. It is important to Boston, and I'm curious what care the National Park has exercised.