What are you going to do on the last day in August, here in Madison, Wisconsin?
Get started on the reading out at the end of a pier, with Lake Mendota lapping up all around you and sailboats bobbing in the distance.
Work on that garden.
Catch up on your sleep.
Choose a path.
Turn over a new leaf.
Blossom.
August 31, 2006
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Meg Ryan, seeing all the French scenery in "French Kiss": "Beautiful".
Same here.
Mmmm... chard.
Thanks for another superb photomontage.
The Allen Centennial Gardens really are beautiful. I like going there when the raspberries are ripe.
Do they let you pick the raspberries?
About that wasp: yes, it is very big. If you look closely or click to get to the enlargement, you can see several bees in the picture. It will give you a sense of scale.
I never ask. It's simpler to ask forgiveness than to ask permission. There aren't any signs prohibiting it, that I can remember.
Of course, I only eat one or two. Just to see if I like that particular variety, of course.
No No No. MAY is the best month. You emerge from your winter cocoon. Everything is fresh, growing, green. Mornings are light and alive with birdsong.
Sure, October can look great (until that mid-month rainstorm robs trees of their blaze of color and turns them skeletal), and the last lingering touch of summer on your cheek on that last Indian Summer Day is great. But it also offers constant reminders of the long cold dark nights to come.
Summary: October BAD. May GOOD.
I vote for October too. And I'll say the fall is more beautiful than the spring. There's no more reason to fear the winter than the summer. Both have good and bad. Spring and fall have beautiful balance, but fall is better because it's longer and mellower. The entire fall semester is fabulous. That semester called "spring" can't compare. There are more rainy, gray days in the spring. Anyway, don't be so hard on winter! The snow is beautiful. There are many sunny days, and thaws are always coming along and making things nice. And those long evenings of darkness give lots of time to sit in front of the fireplace and read. Plus: Christmas.
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