Just one bough of the Red Huckleberry bush outside my window.
Maybe it is too much coffee, but I think it’s more likely the weather. September in the Pacific Northwest is often my most favorite month for clean air, brilliant sunshine and sparkling changes in the woods.
I tried sleeping several times today — after all it’s the day after the weekly huge project of setting up, running and taking down the Farmer’s Market booths. Usually on Sunday I do a lot of catch-up sleeping. But today my attention kept wandering out the window, no matter how good being prone felt. I have the most wondrous forest outside my big bedroom windows, and today, as I tipped my head back on the pillow to see the upside-down view beyond the head of my bed, the sunlight had just hit a bough of red huckleberries making them into translucent orbs of magical lights on the green bough. I had to grab the camera and go out there.
Along with the huckleberries I took shots of what I consider KCQ’s tree… a giant sequoia that my cat, (Kitty Cat Quantum) climbed in terror in the early spring months and where he could not get down until an arborist, tree-climber expert came to rescue him! There is no way to take a close=up shot of such a tall tree.
The tree soars well over a hundred feet into the air, and the cat was lodged about forty feet up where the branches begin. He didn’t know how to get down. (being mostly an indoor cat.)
Is it okay if I change my favorite time of the year to September? It used to be April because that was the beginning of wonderful summer months of vacation and such. But now I like September for other sorts of reasons. The smell of the sun on drying leaves. The amazing changes in the colors– different from one day to the next. The possibility of snow. The cleansing of rain. The drama in the sky. The thankfulness of the land for moisture after some dry weeks of late summer. The changing of the guard in the wildlife.
My son said it’s quite possible that Elk will come down from the mountains and appear around here as the food becomes more scarce in the colder elevations. I do know two cougars are lurking around this area– they have been seen. It may well be that their regular prey are coming down — the deer and elk.
I saw two adult Mulies and a young deer leaping away over the lawn when I went out two mornings ago. Lovely to see. A carpenter bee has made a perfectly round hole in the side of our house. I will have to get some diatomaceous earth to put down that hole to rout out her eggs and keep our house from becoming an extensive apartment building for carpenter bees.
Someone came and dug a great trench on the watery side of the garage I use for a workshop. It is going to save me from working in a flooded garage this winter. Now I must figure out how to be warm in there. There’s an old wood stove, but no stovepipe. Insulation is needed. Rubber padding on the floor.
It’s probably partly the old student in my getting ready for R & D … something left over from school days. But I think it’s just euphoria, with the air, and the sun, and the sky, and the possibilities.
I’d like to bottle this for future dreary months ahead. But never mind. I’ll click my heels today, even though the Phillies lost and I have a broken fingernail that I’m afraid to clip. Such trivia!
Just LOOK at those Huckleberries!