When we finished prowling our new backyard for morels on Tuesday, this was the final tally. We soaked them in water, melted some butter, cut them in halves and cooked them about 3 minutes. As advised by a friend, we poured the soaking water out over the stubs, hoping to prompt further growth.
We moved in September (from Bay City to Midland, MI) and today is the first time this year we’ve mowed. Look what our new backyard gifted us! Will update with a full harvest photo.
The morning glories have invaded the honeysuckle. During summer, this simply will not do, as I don’t want it choked off. This late in the season, I simply admire the juxtaposition of colors and make note to keep an eye on things.
Our newest yard pet. We have found it numerous times just steps away, and today it has spent much of its time in the immediate vicinity of not only us humans, but the Lab assistant, who is 10 and pays it little mind.
It’s like she’s running in her sleep. ❤
I’ve just finished this in the last five minutes, so my thoughts haven’t fully gelled.
I found The Strain as a TV show on FX, where Guillermo del Toro’s involvement instantly had my full attention. I loved the show, so learning there were books (!) that came first was immensely exciting.
On holidays, my children know I want books. For my February birthday, my son asked what was on my list. I mentioned The Strain and he presented me with the whole trilogy. He likes matching sets, he explained, and was concerned I wouldn’t be able to find the same edition later.
If you’re a fan of the show, there are character absences to get used to – Dutch, easily understood, and Eichorst. No Eichorst, taunting Setrakian as A230385? But he too is unnecessary in this new but older scheme of things.
There are several shifts and losses here – Setrakian from a God-fearing teen to a man who knows evil roams the earth with little to check it, Eph Goodweather from a doctor who heals to someone who must rearrange his notion of death and learn to kill. But I’m early into the tale, and these explorations are best saved for when everything has unfurled.
This book taps into the most exciting part of dystopia – when the world is crashing down and those left are still trying to figure out the new rules. In this case, there is someone who believes he knows the rules, but even he does not have all of the information needed.
You know how when you finish a good book, you wish it hadn’t ended, that there was more? That’s what’s so great about trilogies. I’m picking up the next one in just moments.
From last night. You know, in case you were wondering what the back side of this looked like.
This is the most ferocious of our “yard pets,” a hawk that my mate cleverly dubbed Hawkeye. The photo is from March 1 and this particular hawk has hunted around our yard for a couple of years now, starting as a considerably smaller juvenile. We think it’s a broad-winged hawk.
Daryl and I have come to an agreement about plants. He’s not allowed to eat them. In return, I make sure to leave him enough room to share their spot in the sun.