I don't know if you've ever had the experience of writing a post, and the whole thing disappears as soon as you start to assemble your images but that's what happened to me on Wednesday, which is why this post is late in being released.
There was an "update" to this website host. Before, it would always save my text automatically, but apparently they thought it made my life too easy!
So after a little weeping, foaming at the mouth, and pulling little bits of hair out by the roots, I'm now composed enough to start all over again. This time it's in Google docs format.
Well, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, it's been a busy couple of days. Flower production in the garden is dwindling. The hummers even look a little depressed. I made a new nectar mixture for their feeders today, but there's been little action from them.
A visit to the spawn site
The bears know this too, and they wade out into the rivers and streams, waiting, pouncing on the salmon, so many of which are filled with those rich eggs bunched together in a thin sac, called roe. I've narrowly missed those big black critters on a couple of occasions, so I'm wary going through the dense forest. But they are focused on getting fat with as many spawning salmon as they can eat, so it really isn't too scary. At least that's what I tell myself!
And so the cycle continues, year after year. This is why it's so important to take care of their habitat.
October at my place
Who would ever think life could be so busy, and really there's not too much to show for it? I mean, to others. They don't know every weed in the garden, every fluffy bit of dust in the house; all the tasks that keep me endlessly busy.
Tomorrow I continue with harvesting and preparing the vegetables. There are dry beans that need to be shelled, and many more tomatoes that will become delicious tomato sauce. There is something so creative about these seemingly mundane tasks though.
I think about all the troubles in the world, all the dissatisfied, angry, cruel people focusing on much different things in life; power and money for the most part. I think about the dreadful wars and pestilence that I am so far removed from, and my heart sings out in happiness that I am fortunate enough to have this peace and my little garden.
In case you missed Monday's edition of From Loss To Living, our special guest writer, crazyhorseladycx has shared a gripping story there titled, He Died at 19 .
And, if you have extra produce you need to turn into something ultra-delicious try this all about tomatoes recipe on Food Therapy: Tomato Time.
(Links are embedded for you -- just click the titles.)
The weekend will be here sooner than you know. Thanks so much for the read, and I always love to talk more in comments!