Scanner art by Craig Cramer, gardening & more
We call Fred our ‘cotton dog’. (Jade, our border collie-lab mix is the ‘wool dog’.) Getting Fred to outside in winter has always been an issue. So with the January-in-November we’re having now, we splurged and bought him a coat.
He likes it more than he lets on.
The light is strange this time of year. The sun sets early behind the ridge to the southwest, leaving us with a long twilight and blue skies to the east and interesting colors to the northwest.
Blue skies and clouds over the ridge to the southwest after an early sunset
To the south …
To the east …
And to the northwest, where we see our great summer sunsets.
Not much flowering around here now. A few violas. Thought I should capture some of the foliage and fuzz before they’re gone. Expect mostly seedheads and buds for the next three months.
Being a dog guy, I found this endearing.
That’s this headline of this faux issue of the July 4th, 2009 edition of the New York Times.
I’ll admit that it was so good that I was fooled at first by my entry point into the site, Thomas Friedman’s column, The End of the Experts, wherein he resigns and apologizes for being so wrong so often.
Wishful thinking.