all the roadsides in my neck of the woods right now seem to have been dusted with gold. it appears almost every wildflower is yellow and showing off. goldenrod, goldeneye, black-eyed susans, hawkweed, sweet clover, jewelweed, and everyone’s favorite allergen, ragweed. the dainty blue asters i showed yesterday are hiding out in the woodland wings while the scene-stealing september yellows hog center stage.
a bouquet of yellow september wildflowers
north oaks, minnesota
i generally dislike it when people talk about how busy they are, because although most imply that all this busyness has been imposed on them, in fact it is almost always a choice. so let me just say that through our choices, including a trip to france, kids’ soccer, piano lessons, a hopelessly spoiled dog, six pampered chickens, and dinner at home most nights, i have not found a satisfying and reliable creative routine all year. i feel a little bit like the aster in the foreground. tired after a long summer. hair a little mussed.
sucker creek regional trial, saint paul, minnesota
the thing about fires is that they tend to spread. i caught this contained little blaze on one branch of an otherwise green maple tree today, but try as i might, i don’t think i will be able to extinguish it.
maple leaves in early september
north oaks, minnesota
when we bought our house almost nine years ago, we inherited a small back yard pond. the kind that needs a little pump to keep the water circulating and fresh. the pond sits under a copse of oak trees. so each fall, it fills with leaves. each spring i rake it out, top it off, and pretty much ignore it for the rest of the summer. the kids love the pond, and so do the wildlife who come to drink from it. this spring, due to the general busyness of preparing to leave for france, i didn’t rake the pond. so we now have a very dense, very lush aquatic weed garden. my son, the budding naturalist, has counted no less than 7 resident frogs, of four different breeds–wood frog, pickerel frog, leopard frog, and green frog. he is convinced the weeds are the draw. now what do i do next spring?
naiad pondweeds from our backyard pond
saint paul, minnesota
today steve and i went to breakfast at a beautiful farm-to-table restaurant in south minneapolis called wise acre eatery. but first a culinary digression. we went there specifically to buy their thick-cut, unsmoked bacon. our recent time spent eating and cooking in france, has hooked us on the joys of cooking with lardons, which shouldn’t be, but are in fact very difficult to find in Minnesota, land of Hormel, where bacon means smoked bacon. end of digression. in the end, what stunned me at wise acre eatery this morning was neither the breakfast hash, which was delectable, nor the bacon, which is the best we’ve found, but the landscaping, which appeared to include about 50 varieties of coleus. when, exactly, did this happen? i am pretty observant. i like to visit botanical gardens and conservatories. but never have i seen so many cultivars in one place. is there a secret laboratory somewhere with eccentric botanists madly hybridizing coleus? the last time i landed on planet earth there appeared to be only a dozen or so varieties. whoa.
a collection of coleus leaves
wise acre eatery, minneapolis, minnesota