Monday, October 25, 2021

dawn to dusk


The best thing about getting up pre-dawn for a Zoom meeting in another time zone is that one's fully awake when one gets to dawn itself (actually, it's late enough these days that I'm always always up, but not so caffeinated as today).  Soon afterwards it turned a fiery red, but I was on line by then.

And at the other end of the day, golden light - an utterly perfect fall day, with the temperature in the low 70s, and as still and clear as I've ever known it to be.

And yes - the plumbers came!


Sunday, October 24, 2021

stragglers


Perhaps to call these "stragglers" isn't quite fair - that suggests a kind of sluggish tardiness, like the tail end of the runners who one sees coming out of John Marshall High School, near us in Los Feliz, who are clearly pitched out periodically to Go On a Run.  They are more like late season flowering miracles, caused by my watering them again, and also by a few fairly warm days.  Thank goodness for the warmth - which will itself dwindle - because there's still no sign of plumbers.  I'm promised them tomorrow ...




 

Saturday, October 23, 2021

a flying visit to the Farmers' Market


A very quick trip to the Farmers' Market to grab some freshly roasted poblanos (look at those chiles being tossed around in the roaster!); a butternut squash, spinach, arugula, leeks, a watermelon radish, a black radish, garlic chives, marinated goats' cheese, very fresh eggs, very fresh potatoes - and, I confess, a Whoo's Donuts pistachio, white chocolate and lemon donut.  I claim not to like donuts, but I will make a very occasional exception...


Only a flying visit?  I wanted to be back for the plumber.  The plumber.  I am still waiting for the plumber.  Texts have been exchanged ... Maybe tomorrow.  So still no heat and no hot water, except what I boil.  I might as well have spent longer down at the Railyard, browsing apples and pears and late season tomatoes.   

 

Friday, October 22, 2021

minutes apart


A rather wintry collection of skies - though it had better not get cold, because I'm still without heat or hot water.  You truly don't want to hear a saga of carpenters and (non-existent) plumbers: it should be sorted out tomorrow, and in the meanwhile, and even if I was chained to the house all day, there were these skies.  There would even have been a fourth image, but the plumber called back just as I was moving into place ...



 

Thursday, October 21, 2021

end of the season (or not)


Let's just say - sunset tonight coincided with the first innings of the Dodgers-Braves game, and I was quite convinced that I would be writing an elegy for the end of the Dodgers season, and that this would provide a suitably melancholy illustration.  But no!  An extraordinary 11-2 victory!  Presided over not by a setting sun, but by a most excellent moon.

The moon, however, means a clear sky; and the clear sky means that it will be chilly; and I am without heat or hot water until tomorrow.  You wouldn't have wanted to see a photo of the wreckage caused by a leaking boiler reservoir, made visible when they removed the system ... it's Halloween-scary worthy ...

 

Wednesday, October 20, 2021

late fall flowers


Nasturtiums!  A flower which - as I'm sure I note annually - I tend to approach warily, because the ones of my childhood tended to have earwigs in them, and I didn't care for earwigs.  But these are not only free of such insects, but have very cheerfully survived the last month - I'm impressed.

 

Tuesday, October 19, 2021

the last of the sunflowers


Back in Santa Fe for a short while - the plan is to do some thinking and writing, although there's such a collision of Zoom meetings with graduate students, and other administrative responsibilities, and plumbers, and such like, that I'm going to have to work very hard not to get derailed.  But it's quiet, and beautiful - I haven't missed all the best of the fall trees - and I'm feeling optimistic (probably because the Dodgers managed to pull out a win ...).  I've been pleased that a fair number of the plants have made it through; there is a bumper crop of parsley; the geraniums haven't been frost-murdered; and all the sunflower heads are going to make for some very happy birds this winter.