It's too early to be this late

It's a kind of limbo out there.  Only the crickets seem to have anything to say about anything.  All the baby birds that are going to fly have,  the young turkeys are now gangly teen agers,  and territories that were so fiercely guarded all summer long are now crumbling, except for a few border disuptes over insects and seeds. 
Too soon to begin thinking about migration, which I suspect is more of a tug in the midsection than anything  intellectual,  and that tug can be a lot more powerful and harder to ignore.  The wind calls, and you go.

Last week, right on cue, we limped past the heat of July and into that late-summer lull with early morning ground fog and almost chilly nights.  If you close your eyes and inhale, and have been doing it regularly over a period of years,  you might think it was midAugust at dawn.   And in the greater sweep of things, it soon will be.

Brought to you by...

those folks who two years ago gave us a look into God's wallet

"Who needs flotation devices?  We've got the Water Walker!"

I'm thinking that once a year they have a contest at Church Camp, and the kid who comes up with the best logo for the marquee gets a prize.  I sincerely hope it's water wings.

oh g'wan, you know you want to

http://armorgames.com/play/12141/kingdom-rush

its wildly addictive, but can be picked up for five minutes at a time
and the games save themselves without passwords or logins.

http://www.gamepuma.com/action-games/Particles.html

and this one, blast from the past time...

early morning moonrise

                                 early, early, with the birds just beginning to warm up, this:

Google strikes again

not sure how this is going to work;  if I suddenly disappear, blog and all, off the face of the earth,  it's because of some strange strange conflict with Google and TDS (one of which is my blog, one of which is my email, both of which are running under the gmail auspices).  frankly I have no idea what's going on and even though I read it all very slowly and even allowed my lips to move while I did,  I still don't understand it.

I have a new blog addy, apparently, but I think email will still go to the (other) tds.net account.  argh.

It's way too hot for this nonsense.

deer in the daylilies

This doe is just leaving breakfast, standing belly deep among the daylilies, snacking on the brambles and rosebushes (nothing like a bit of fiber, nosiree) that seems to be her preference.  I am not complaining.

What goes bump in the night

Two nights ago I went outside near midnight to retrieve Albert, my little white cat, who has taken to sleeping in the middle of the lawn. In the moonlight he glows like a lump of phosphorous.  As I walked out onto the lawn to get him, I heard a thump and then a very large doe snorted at me and thundered by, not five feet away.  Albert, being old and deaf and a bit senile at this point was utterly clueless as to what had happened. I think too he's losing his night vision.

This morning I heard a doe again, snorting and 'barking' the way they do,  and when I went out, there was Albert, again sitting on the driveway while four large does took off for the woods.  He has been a thorn in the side for generations of deer, for 16 years.  Why, I do not know.  And Im just concerned that they may mistake him, as a friend said when I told her, for a pile of marshmallows left on the ground.  Or for a little white monster who is about to attack them.  Or for the one obstacle between them and the new hydrangea bush I planted last summer.

Happy Fourth