feels like autumn

This morning when I let Bode out it was cool, about 60° F (16° C). I heard geese nearby and looked up to see them flying in two Vs heading south.

What started as a few tentative cricket and katydid soloists a few weeks ago has turned into a swelling chorus in the evenings. It has been dry enough the past two nights to keep the windows open and listen.

The Heritage red raspberry canes have buds and blossoms — the second crop is starting.

When I went to the Farmer’s Market in West Kittanning yesterday morning found more stands than usual with three or four varieties of apples. I got Summer Rambo apples, peaches, and nectarines. Bought some lovely tomatoes, cabbage, and onion at a stand being run by an Amish man and his three young sons. The boys were learning the ropes while enjoying the day out, probably amused by us English customers. (I am still hopeful to get more tomatoes from my plants.)

Was thinking of how people outside a given community are described. The Amish call people like me English because we speak English despite the country of origin of ancestors. When I was working at the University of Utah in Salt Lake City, a graduate student whose roots were Orthodox Jewish from the Bronx would laugh and say that Utah was the only place on earth where he was considered a gentile — by the predominantly Mormon (LDS) population. Despite differences, people seem to try to get along and be good neighbors. That is why the disturbances at town meetings recently have been so disappointing, misinformation spread by demagogues is spoiling things for everyone. Do you feel the chill?

About Kathy

Perl, MySQL, CGI scripting, web design, graphics following careers as an analytical chemist and educator, then in IT as a database administrator (DBA), programmer, and server administrator. Diagnosed with Mitochondrial Myopathy in 1997.
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