Barncat bonanza

So…shocking admission time: I like cats.

I don’t know the name of the little cat in the center, but I just call him “Little Bad Cat.” Because he is so very bad. But so very cute. But also: bad. All he wants to do is play and bite and scale your legs.

It may be difficult to tell, but this cats’ eyes are two distinct colors. I tried taking about ten different pictures of him, but either he kept moving, I was having problems with my phone, or a certain cat (NAMED LITTLE BAD CAT) was trying to play with the cord of my headphones which were plugged into my phone, which resulted in the device almost being yanked out of my hands just as I was taking the picture).

October 21st

Normally my preffered dirt road walk is a solitary venture, but today was such a nice day that I encountered a mother and son and their dogs as well as three bikers apparently fresh off the Tour de France. Naturally I don’t have pictures of any of those people or creatures, but rather the following cup-shaped leaf, which also reminded me of a lemon:

There were pretty grasses, too:

Then on the way back up, I was able to find an agate, aided largely by the sun shining through it from the west.

October 20th

A small survey of the yard.

A mum

I like the contrast of the rose leaves against the blue of the house. Unfortunately, I deadheaded too late and the roses never bloomed again so we have only a couple of rose hips (from the spent blooms I missed). I’m a failure.

An old echinacea, still clinging to its petals

A ladybug on a tall bellflower, the long one that was growing in that part of the garden and which always kind of looked out-of-place.

Can’t resist those dead leaves, you know.

I found the littlest, tiniest flowers growing in the grass.

October 13th: hostas

Here are some pictures of one of our hosta plants out front, post-freeze. I admit I find hostas a little boring. It’s probably because they’re just so common and they’re not always planted in ways that really show them off. I certainly don’t pay much attention to them. But as soon as they’re a bit past their prime, I start to find them rather interesting as far as color and texture go.

Phone photos on October 12th

I’ve been distracted lately.

I mean, look at these guys.

Wouldn’t you be, too?

In spite of the…”help”…provided by the cat crew pictured above, I have managed to help out with a couple late-season tasks on the farm. Mostly tomato-related. Here is what the two main rows of cherry tomatoes looked like by the time I left the farm today. Boy…there is nothing like wrestling with vines of rotten, freeze-damaged tomatoes.

‘Twas just a sea of tangles and squishiness.

A short while ago, they were lush and verdant:

The tomatoes around the middle of July (a before and after photo; it is probably not immediately apparent, but in the right photo I have secured some of the vines a little closer to the fence).

Unfortunately I have no intermediary photos to show just how unruly the vines became in the last month (and how this seemed to render unnecessary all the time I spent trying to tie them to the fence). I picked tomatoes for the last time a week ago today, before we got a massive freeze that killed the rest of them off. Now it is simply a matter of sorting through what’s left of the tomatoes as they ripen. The end of an era! I have chronicled this to annoying detail elsewhere, I’m sure, but I will mention again that my life the last month and a half seems to have consisted largely of picking, cleaning, and sorting tomatoes. While I have had just about enough of tomatoes this year, it is almost a little bittersweet. But I shall try to persevere.