I turned around, and, with the sunrise is behind me, I loved this view. |
A friend suggested “maybe he’d leave you alone if you put out a salt block. They like salt." I thought, How about a welcome mat, too? Really, they are so cute, so droll! But they did a lot of expensive damage to a neighbor’s house and ate many tires off cars in my husband’s woodland past, and, if a dog tangles with a porky, consequences can be potentially life-threatening. It isn’t simply an inconvenient, no-fun headache, like a dog-skunk encounter.
So that’s a little news from the outdoor home front, where we also had our second morning of hard frost at our place. The two frosty mornings were not consecutive, however, and now Leelanau is in for a nice little stretch of sunny days, with highs of 60 degrees and above – perfect for enjoying the beautiful fall color, which is what inspired several of today’s photos.
Looking at sunrise-lit trees glimpsed under cherries still in shadow. |
As for the bookish home front, I have been doing everything possible to postpone coming to the last page of Precious Bane, by Mary Webb. Since bane is something poisonous, toxic, while what is precious is dear and beloved, the title (which comes from an oft-repeated phrase of the narrator) presents us with an oxymoron. Or should we see it (as Susan Cain might) as paradoxical but all the truer to life by reason of acknowledging paradox? Do you think a paradox is a contradiction?
Rather than provide a link to a standard source for Mary Webb's novel, I’m sending those of you who can’t wait to hear more about it to a blog post I found online, because I think the “literary gypsy” loves Precious Bane as much as I do, and I love it so much that I ordered a couple of new paperback copies for my shop, in hopes of sharing the book with others. It is a story in which we look behind us to a very different time, and the dialect is archaic and regional, but a reader falls right into its magic. At least, this reader did.
But here is the rising sun, which I can't deny you. |
The porcupine’s appearance and a couple other minor challenges, on top everyone’s current major obsession (campaign season, dontcha know), had me in a rather downbeat mood for a day or two, and I feared that if I came to the end of Mary Webb’s novel during that time, it might just be the straw that broke the camel’s back, so I set Prue’s story aside for two nights and read a couple cozy mysteries back to back, and by Wednesday evening, with Trapper John’s promise of action on the porcupine front and a beautiful sunset, my courage returned. Below is the brilliant sky following the setting of the sun on Wednesday -- but for a more unusual and even more enthralling sight (in my opinion), take a look over on my photo blog, A Shot in the Light, to see what I saw when I turned around. At sunset as well as sunrise, it often pays to turn around and look in another direction.
5 comments:
Glad Trapper Ron is going to help. GORGEOUS pictures, Pamela. I love the one with color peeking below the orchard. And, of course, the last one is amazing too.
Thanks, Karen. Traps still empty this morning, but it's only been one night.
I've watched those vet shows where they pluck dozens of quills from brave (foolish?) dogs. Given they look like a big rodent with a million spikes, whatever happened to "Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread?" It seems that some cougars and Great Owls have success by turning them upside down, as well as the elusive Fisher. Wish you the best of luck. Relatives in Alaska sent me a fat book about that area. So far, good political advice- the Inupiat group at the top of the state, settle disputes with songfests. Both men sing about their enemy, praising themselves and denigrating the other. (Think Battle of the Bands). The gathered tribe, Men, women, children and possibly some Huskies, then vote. And abra cadabra - the issue is settled for ever. Big fat book - I'll report in a few years!
Amazing photos, and yes, Karen, the peek-a-boo bright trees are just charming! That “turn around and see” nighttime photo is just one for the ages with such stunning contrast. You know, I didn’t know about porcupines, but any encounter with Sunny J sounds painful and dreadful. A strong leash, yup, until Trapper Ron catches the lethal varmint.
Bob, I've read that fishers manage to dine on porcupine, in the way you mention. Having a fisher run through my front yard once was exciting -- never expected to see one -- and successfully calling my dog off the chase was a great moment, too. But that was our Sarah -- practically perfect!
Jeanie, I'm glad you followed the link to the Moonrise. Seeing the fall color in the leaves, dusk-dim, and that hazy, rising moon took my breath away.
And by the way, in the morning I read the last chapter of PRECIOUS BANE, but I'm not telling how it ended. So there!
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