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My fall garden is graced by tall and still-elegant Queen Anne’s Lace gone to seed.  Despite her wild nature,  she is permitted to hold court in any of my gardens as long as she chooses.


“For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.”

From The Song of Solomon, Book Two, Lines 11-13

Solomon’s Seal is up and ready to flower. Portraits taken Thursday morning. The blue flowers are borage.




Five images

It’s that time of year.






It’s that glorious time of the summer when Mother Nature, giddy with her own power, lets it all fly in one mind-bending go-for-broke explosion of flowers. My beds (and I use the term loosely since I am not a tidy gardener) look as though a cosmic color box has dropped on them, tubes and pots of brilliant color spilling all across their expanse.

I’ve tried to ignore all that color-rioting, but I can’t. I dug out my 60mm lens and have been wandering, a little giddy myself, through both my own gardens and the fields behind my house.

white slice


pink slice

Purple Coneflower

queen slice

Queen Anne’s Lace

yellow slice

Golden Glow

This may take a few days to sort out.

Autumn has its fair share of early morning joys as well: sunrise filtering through light fingers of fog at Chez Wabi Sabi.





It was 80 degrees in Green Bay on Sunday.  Monday morning will find me heading for the far northern reaches of Wisconsin to spend a few days with my good friend, Karen. Forecast for Land ‘O Lakes and the environs? Monday’s high will be 49 degrees with a 70% chance of rain.

Not to worry. I have personally packed wine and cheese as well as a rain slicker.  Our stated mission?  To revisit (exorcise?) our growing-up years,  though I am not completely sure what this will involve: pentagrams in the parking lot of the Forest Service Welcome Center?

Oh, for heaven’s sake. Relax.  I am speaking metaphorically here.

The lodge we are staying at is one where we worked as waitresses long, long ago.

Wait a minute. Wasn’t this a Jack Nicholson movie?

Next stop: the Great Northwoods.


Charlotte realizes that she is unable to compete in a market flooded with cheap imports.


Monday morning, 6 a.m.