In the last week of August, the pears on the tree sing "carpe diem." I have read that a more literal translation of "carpe" than the imperative "to seize" is "to pluck."
"Pluck the day"... it is ripe.
|Our very old pear tree is still putting forth|
|Early Girl lived up to her name|
Tomatoes ripening on the vine is something I had nearly forgotten about the last seven summers on the coast. We had a few red tomatoes in time for Christmas in Carmel but Sebastopol sunshine has brought forth an abundance.
The strawberries have been providing
a daily treasure hunt opportunity.
The Golden Delicious tree was cut in half last year by a neighbor's falling Incense Cedar tree. The clean up crew phoned us down in Carmel and wanted to cut the remaining half apple tree down. I'm so glad I didn't take their advice. Our half-a-tree is bearing beautiful apples who sing a saucier song...and sometimes call for pie.
and flowers...the roses are still blooming...
And all that broken pottery I saved in Mark's shop...we hauled out the box and we've begun to fix a bird bath that was broken in our absence. This is a very experimental repair and as it's for the birds I'm hoping they they won't mind if it's more goofy than artistic.
May we pluck the day and give thanks, while it still yet August.