A Wrinkle In Time

Dawn

Resa’s Tree at Sunrise with greens, golds, and browns.

We encountered Sir Smokey Kitty in the Castle of Gwendolyn the Faire. Her castle is truly over the hills and far away from where we live.

In the 14th century, Gwendolyn the Faire would have invited up to 10,000 people to her banquets. The Erbolate (Herbed Eggs) required around 11,000 eggs to prepare. In these time-warped days where medieval traditions fall out of the wrinkles, Gwendolyn the Faire only had to feed 30 medievalists. It was still quite a feat, and the preparation of the courses was masterful.

Bottles from medieval wine, ale, and mead. The menu. The cookbook used for the medieval courses.

Goblets waiting and whining for wine. The food was excellent and consumed with pleasure. A mix of modern and medieval.

Resa’s Tree with cranes at sunset.

Cranes glow at sunset.

GBH & SHC Lonely Chordata Dinosauria Club

pTerodactyl hanging hopeful on the edge of a pathetic puddle.

pTerodactyl pacing on the edge and reflecting on a pathetic puddle.

We have received zero precipitation for the month of October, and less than an inch of rain over the previous three months, so the Clearwater Ditch is drying up south of us. Only a few puddles remain. There is a little more water in the Clearwater Ditch north of us, backed up behind beaver dams.

A lone juvenile Sandhill Crane was hanging out on the ditch bank foraging in the sand.

Worm Moon Riseth

The Worm Moon Riseth
On a March night behind clouds
Through trees, it showeth

Pink Dawn

X in the afternoon

Cranes at dusk

Worm Moon

Worm Moon in Resa’s Tree

Worm Moon in a random tree

The Rio Grande at dusk

Last stripes of dusk

Caution Precaution

Spunk helping Laurie with her Chaucer research by reading the Caterbury Tails written by Chaucer’s cat Argos.

Eyes are upon you
Peeking through the heated grates
Caution Precaution

Ringo the Ring-neck Duck

“Damn! I hate it when that happens!”

Incoming