T.L. Morrisey

Showing posts with label September. Show all posts
Showing posts with label September. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 25, 2024

Gold finches and brown-eyed Susans (2)

On 20 September 2024. Now we're advised not to cut down coneflowers, brown-eyed susans, bee balm, birds will eat the seeds during the winter. But cut down hostas, they harbour slugs and other insects over the winter. 












Wednesday, September 18, 2024

Thursday, September 8, 2022

"Late September" by Charles Simic

The mail truck goes down the coast
Carrying a single letter. 
At the end of a long pier 
The bored seagull lifts a leg now and then 
And forgets to put it down. 
There is a menace in the air 
Of tragedies in the making. 

Last night you thought you heard television 
In the house next door. 
You were sure it was some new 
Horror they were reporting, 
So you went out to find out. 
Barefoot, wearing just shorts. 
It was only the sea sounding weary 
After so many lifetimes 
Of pretending to be rushing off somewhere 
And never getting anywhere. 

This morning, it felt like Sunday. 
The heavens did their part 
By casting no shadow along the boardwalk 
Or the row of vacant cottages, 
Among them a small church 
With a dozen gray tombstones huddled close 
As if they, too, had the shivers.





Sunday, September 22, 2019

Gardening, Mid-September in 2019


I've added a new section to the garden, as seen above

And now planted, cone flowers, bee balm, irises, day lilies, mint, and by the path raspberries. I planned this last summer, that's what gardening is, other than work in the garden, it's thinking and planning what you're going to do next year...





Final three photos, honey bees in the garden. It wasn't always this way, only for the last three years or so, but now honey bees are common in the city.