Love & Manx

 

Between nights in the low 20’s and day time temps reaching into the 70’s, the rose bushes have a variety of fresh to freeze dried blooms. Mama Manx was looking in the window hoping one of us would let her in. Laurie made note of how cute she looked, while I photographed her. The kitty was very patient staring through the glass and screen until we finally let her in.

We headed out early this morning, in sub-freezing temperatures, all bundled up,  with coffee and Kindles in hand, prepared to brave the line and elements to exercise out right to vote — but there was no line. The poll workers outnumbered the voters, so we ended up spending about as much time saying hi to an old friend attending the vote scanner as we did voting.

 

 

 

 

Puck Goes Into Warp Drive

Puck was out helping me irrigate this morning before sunrise, casually going into warp drive as he flitted here and there in the sub-freezing temperatures. The few times I saw as much more than a blur, he was in a strategic location, behind a grassy knoll, for example, surveying the surroundings, ready to pounce or slip back into warp drive, whichever served him best.

Kitty Sandwich

The kitties really know how to take advantage of Fall Break, laying around on the chaise lounge all sandwiched together — or more like Diné sandwiched between Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.  The zipper spider is hanging in, but I don’t know if the cold slowed her down on her overnight web repairs, or that the wind already ripped holes in it before I got out to check on her this morning.  Stretch was laying on the fleece blanket on the edge of the couch when I went out to check on the zipper spider, giving me a pitiful “please don’t waterboard me” look. We waterboaded him, as usual, and while it’s five to seven minutes of torture for him, he feels so much better the rest of the day. Laurie reads the adventures of Tin Tin out loud to us in French to help us all endure giving Stretch his daily infusions of fluid. I finally ordered the complete set of Tin Tin books, so we won’t run out of adventures to read for quite a while.

A Rose, Rose & Stretch

I had the first three photos of the rose, Rosencrantz and Stretch prepared for the blog, but I couldn’t remember the name of the rose. I went out to look at the label in the twilight, and there were two gas balloons floating by — lit up by the glow from the sun that had set some minutes before. I got the name of the rose, Cabana, then sat down on the bench in the middle of the circle garden and watched the balloons disappear behind the trees. Then I sat on the bench for several minutes and reflected on the sunset in the gazing ball.

More Fall Colors

Fall colors are in — even the neighbor’s horse was sporting fall colors backlit by the low afternoon sun. Since I don’t have the time or energy to climb the face of the Sandias to get a closer look at the aspens putting on their yellow, I used my 600 mm lens to get a a little closer view of them by stitching seven vertical images together.  Stretch has improved so much over the past couple of weeks, that we gave him a day off from waterboarding today. He was out contemplating French and “Intelligent Life” this afternoon — a jumping spider was hanging out with him.  The last photo is a panorama of the Sandias using a 100 mm lens (2 vertical photos stitched together).