Friday Frivolity: Faulty Fall

Last week my brother, Rick, sent me a very nice piece of prose that he wrote.  Within that story, Rick described the magnificent colors on the trees which he could see from his “Front Porch”.

This week I should invite him to come to my house. I’m hoping he will be able to write another heart-warming story about the view from my “Front Yard”…while he is helping me rake leaves.

Last week he could see the glorious hues of fall.  This week all I see are grungy smudges of brown after the fall.  What do you think?  If Rick can find splendor in the tree’s last week, he ought to be able to write Splendor in the Grass Too, this week.

Actually I am only halfheartedly complaining about the hard work of clearing the lawn. I do appreciate the vibrantly dyed leaves on the trees surrounding my home.  The operative word is “on”. “Off” their limbs the leaves seem stained rather than painted. That’s the half of fall I do not look forward to.

I have chosen to stay in Michigan because I honestly enjoy all four seasons.  Certainly there is visual beauty all year round. Unfortunately, observable magnificence is soon-after mitigated by physical exertion.

Freshly fallen snow with drifted sculpturing is a marvel to see.  Snow blowing, in opposition to blowing snow at negative wind-chill, is a task I do not particularly enjoy.

In the Spring, there is always glorious “new life” of sprouting bulb plants. Of course also sprouting are the grass runners I didn’t get out of the lilies when cutting them back last fall.

Ah, yes…Summer eventually arrives. Progressively warming sunshine, …gradually longer days to increase daylight pleasures, …steadily varying beautiful and fragrant blooms, …more and more of everything—including mosquito bites, weeding and lawn-mowing.

Now it’s fall. Yup, it is nice that the scorching heat of August is falling to a more comfortable level.  I suppose most folks don’t actually mind the steadily shortening days.  Now the sun falls below the horizon while we’re still awake enough to enjoy those God-crafted paintings. And, as I began this bit of Frivolity, Fall is fabulous before the fall.

Yup, fall I did while climbing the unstable compost pile to dump a bag of Toro-scrunched leaves. However, I think that was more my fault that the fault of fall.

Before………………………….and……………..After the fall  [about 4’ high]

Friday Frivolity: Let me bee clear.

At breakfast this morning I opened a cereal that I’ve never tried before.  Especially when I am about to try a new product, I quickly peruse important information.

Normally, “Organic” is not a particular selling point for me.  However, this cereal was free to me as well as free of what some might consider contaminants. Me?  My 5-second rule is closer to a minute. Furthermore, if there’s a bit of grit stuck to whatever I dropped, it will help with tarter control. So, any assurance that no fertilizer was used on the corn in the cereal is, in my mind, no assurance that wild things did not defecate near the stalk these particular kernels came from.

Also, apparently a big selling point for this cereal was REAL Honey.  Hold on there Bubba, y’all tellin’ me there’s some unethical bees out there makin’ fake honey?  Besides, even if artificial honey was used, there’s twice as much cane sugar in this cereal as honey…according to the “Nutritional Notice” and ingredients. If I were a bee, I’d be organizing a protest swarm.

As I could not actually taste honey on the organically tasteless granola, I decided to supplement with honey from our cupboard.  It’s good to know that the bee-union has total control of where their workers forage.  I was squeezing out Pure Clover Honey.

Back in my teen years, I was an apiculturist—Bee Keeper. To have productive hives we put no restrictions on the plants our bees harvested nectar from.  To be honest, they pretty much ignored “get away from me”, so a sign on the hive “Clover Only” would be fruitless — figuratively, but certainly not in the comb honey.

One of our neighbors has a half dozen hives.  She advertises her honey is “Goldenrod”. Nice marketing word. The fact that her honey is certainly golden in color further entices buyers to trust in that authenticity.  I did mention that her hives are in my neighborhood, didn’t I?  I’m not about to sue her for false advertising, but do wonder what her bees do from thaw to September.

Regardless of whether she removed all of the Spring and Summer honey just before Goldenrod  blooms, I am quite sure I’ve seen her bees on my Russian Sage.  Wow…think about that marketing ploy.  Sage flavored Goldenrod.  Furthermore, from my youthful experience and current knowledge of the plants in our neighborhood, theirs is not nearly enough Goldenrod nearby for a bee keeper to harvest several quarts of even “mostly Goldenrod.”

With all of this in mind and you still trust “Truth in Advertising”, let me bee clear.  Bees do not read.  Bees do not produce PURE anything and it is all REAL to them.  They cannot taste or spit out nectar that’s not Organic. Therefore, forget the labels and enjoy the best sweetener Naturally produced.