Sunday, November 08, 2009
This is what passes for fall color down here ... mostly. It gets better, but not until winter.
... and then it's technically winter color, right?
Ground cherry, (Physalis sp.)
There were vast amounts of these in the fallow hog pen this summer. Yesterday, while trying to reclaim my garden from a conquering horde of grasses, I came across this last survivor. These always make me think of my baby Katie. When she was about 4 we were walking in the woods here, and I pointed out a ground cherry. In a flash, she popped it in her mouth and announced, "Mato, ... GOOD."
She was so used to walking through the garden and popping tomatoes ("Mato") into her mouth that she assumed that's what this was.
Good thing it wasn't deadly nightshade... a cousin.
Another Parenting 101 lesson.
Bear getting a much needed bath. Actually, he's pretty good about baths. He's smelling pretty sweet right now ... tres, tres huggable. Junior did this bath while I gave smelly ol' Flounder a bath on the front porch.
I did get outside after my garden battles yesterday and found a few things to share with you this week , plus it's barely 9:00am and who knows what's out there for me today.
Whatever it is, you can find it here ... but you already know that.