A freak thunderstorm over the weekend jolted the late summer halo, bringing cooler, moister air with more than a hint of autumn. The gardens are yielding the last and brightest of their fruits, and in the Ernsts’ woods where we cut firewood, waxy chestnuts are weighing down the branches. The air everywhere is peppery with falling nuts from the bay laurel, and the south swell is beginning to break along Doran. Our challenge now is to harvest the ripening pears before they drop, wowhaus projects having heated up once again.
the pumpkin, the chestnuts, the pears
sadly, the storm over the weekend washed up several dead sea lions