The report from Threadingwater Acres in the heart of the city:
The camellia plant – after a long summer of pampering – has finally decided to give up a last hurrah before frost. It must be aware that I am disinclined to give it hothouse/daily spa, begging-on-my-knees-in-utter-futility winter accommodations. This is it, baby cakes. No need to store up energy for the winter, if you get my drift.
These clematis seed heads have been captivating me for awhile now. I think this motif will be repeated in a winter fiber arts project, or two.
And the fall bird migration is in full swing. Last week, we had a nuthatch hanging about. He could be a winter regular, but here in the middle of the city that is not a certainty. Today, we’ve had an indigo bunting and a ruby crested kinglet flitting around the cherry tree. For certain, they are simply passing through.
The goldfinches have nearly completed their molting to their winter olive green – something that happens almost overnight – and are feeding heavily, like tiny seed vacuums.
Hope you’re having a lovely Sunday wherever you are.