Nothing bums me out more than seeing a turtle smashed in the street. Soon we’ll see dead cooperhead snakes. This is dangerous times for creatures on the move.
A surprise today as I was driving up the gravel road, noticed a dark spot that didn’t seem like one of the many maple leaves that have started to fall (oaks are waiting). I got out to look, and found this turtle already scrambling into the woods. Love his little tail.
A gorgeous evening for pops music by Chamber Orchestra of the Triangle on the green at Southern Village (Chapel Hill, NC). Including an awesome performance of Kauyumari by composer Gabriella Ortiz, now Johnny Cash tribute. Conductor Niccolo Muti and orchestra are on fire.
I don’t seem to have a good linkblog setup (need to connect my Feedland install to S3) so here’s a link I want to save/share: Escaped slaves on St. Croix hid their settlements so well, they still haven’t been found – archaeologists using new mapping technology are on the hunt
Jesse Welles was featured on NPR’s Weekend Edition Saturday in this story about Farm Aid at 40.
On a late-afternoon walk in the woods behind the house, I noticed for the first time a tall red mulberry tree, with a vine climbing high into its branches. I tugged on the vine and berries dropped all around me. Not berries! Small wild grapes, with a delicious scent. Glorious nature.
Feels like it’s been a long while since I last purchased a domain name. I’ve been trimming my list of late, but this week I found fsted.com and went for it.
After an afternoon of using the chainsaw to remove some trees along our gravel driveway - Carrboro fire marshal suggestion to ensure the trucks can safely get to us - my arms are mush, but it’s nice to have a late EPL game to watch. Wish Brentford could have held their lead.
Made my Saturday morning visit to the Carrboro Farmers Market in search of roselle, hot peppers, and cut flowers. Roselle not ready yet, but plenty of peppers, including red Aji Chombo and yellow Fatalii, both varieties new to me. I have a jar of mixed peppers brining for a batch of hot sauce.
Home alone so I put The Joshua Tree on the record player and cranked the volume dial. Makes it easier to do the dishes and clean the kitchen.
Despite missing a front leg, this box turtle was moving quickly across the road in the neighborhood near our home. I got out of the van to move it to the grass.
I have updated my installation of Feedland per the instructions from @dave and everything looks good. My news - the rivers of more than 200 feeds I follow - is here.
Oliver and I were at Cat’s Cradle last night for a phenomenal sold out show by blues guitarist Christone ‘Kingfish’ Ingram and his band.
We got a good long look at a gray fox this morning. It was in the back, stopped, head turned toward us. Eventually it ambled away, black along its tail and reddish fur around its neck. We’ve heard this or another barking in the night.
Oliver joined me for the Sunday morning pick-up soccer game. The weather was perfect, sixties and sunny, and the play was fun. We both scored a goal, mine from a long cross that bounced high and that I moved forward with the back of my shoulder, then poked it into the open net. Oliver played strong.
Typepad? I used to have a scene with that. (Dire Straits Romeo & Juliet playing in my head.) In 2003 I wrote My money’s on Typed then I switched my blog to that service for about a year before I landed took up with Textpattern.
Not a great photo. I was leaning out the car window, and zoomed in to catch this raptor above. The all-white legs and chest are throwing me off, but I believe this is a red-tailed hawk.
I use Feedland (from @dave) to read a lot of blogs; see my river of news. Today I added more feeds and bumped up on a limit, but, since I run my own installation of Feedland, I simply updated the config file and restarted the server, and was adding feeds with no problem. Awesome.
Woke before dawn to the call and response of barred owls outside. I stepped onto the porch to sit and meditate, then heard leaves rustling. I looked out and watched 4 gray foxes running together, a couple scampering up trees, the pack off into the woods and then back toward their lair in the hollow.
