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Fragments from Floyd

Creek Jots ~ Sept 22

Flying Free
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* To reach the rambling wild grape vines Ann had been fretting over all summer, I had to drop a couple of two-inch ironwood saplings that leaned out over Nameless Creek.  Standing in the water, we filled a five gallon bucket with sweet-smelling black grapes but had to tie the dog on the bank. He doesn’t know grapes are forbidden fruit for dogs, and he dearly loves them. We made nine half-pints of jam from three pounds of grapes; there’s nothing like it.

* When we were done with the grapes, I stayed behind, leaning up against a cherry at the edge of the pasture. The call of a raven had stopped me in my tracks, and I used that as an excuse to take in the gray of a chilly fall day. Finally, high above the north ridge behind the house, I spotted the source of the RAWK-call, a ghost-bird flying lazy circles lifted by a steady wind from the south. The ceiling was so low that the black bird, through short segments of its arc of flight, went to gray, or disappeared entirely for a second or two. And from his perspective, so did I. Higher, riding the same kettle of rising warm air, a hawk; and barely skimming the tops of trees, a turkey vulture. Altogether, it was a good day for soaring.

* The black rat snake seems to have given up trying to get the hen eggs. i don’t know if it’s the white leghorn rooster that deters the serpent, or the sublethal thrashing I think Ann gave him the last time she found the snake in the nesting box with an egg in his mouth. But I expect to see him back next year, a few inches and a few ounces larger still.

* Yesterday, a half hour before what rain we’d get all day had commenced, I managed to till up a few of the empty patches of garden and sow some winter wheat as a ground cover. It will green up nicely before the frosts come, a fact hard to imagine this balmy morning when we had to open the windows to cool off the house.

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3 thoughts on “Creek Jots ~ Sept 22”

  1. Well thank you Elaine. I generally find that doing these little vignettes from daily life is the surest way to put my tiny rag-tag band of erratic readers soundly to sleep.

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