I awoke early enough to watch the Harvest moon setting once again. A little auto repair (fingers crossed) followed the morning coffee. Then a nice collection of root clumps of Shasta daisy that fell out of the ground at work yesterday were planted and the roadside vegetable garden was gleaned for tonight's dinner.
Then everything came to a halt. Those days come when there is no energy left. I slept all afternoon.
Late afternoon was perfect for a stroll.
The Impatiens pallida cover a huge swath of the back 40. Little else lives with them or beneath their shade. That is why they are killed ruthlessly in the wild cultivated sections of the garden. The hummingbirds do like them though and there are still two of them here or I am just seeing them as they pass through.
The Blue Wood Asters, Symphyotrichum cordifolium are here. During my stroll I also saw half a dozen Monarch butterflies. We only see them here in the early fall on their way over the mountains despite having several species of milkweed for the caterpillars.
The Great Blue Lobelia, Lobelia siphilitica is still going strong.
And the Japanese Anemone are having a very good year.
Tomorrow, rested, I will go back to painting the second coat of Marigold orange in the cozy cabin.
Oh no! The inevitable dumping of pets. There are two new wild kitties here. They are both black and white, one short hair, one long. They are mostly black with white socked feet. The short haired one, because it was letting me be closer, has a white nose. I just saw the long haired one on the deck aiming for the food bowl, cornered between me looking out the window and Crawford on the steps leading off the deck. I sure hope nobodies pregnant or hiding babies in the forest.