Saturday, October 21, 2017

Of Pumpkins and other Hazardous Produce

A typical roadside sight around our way.


The invasion of the Golden Globes, these being some of the best.


But then again, there's not that much difference between one pumpkin and another and I often wonder where the unsold ones go. Incidentally there was once a great Pumpkin Heist hereabouts. Someone crept by at night and stole his neighbour's pumpkins. There might be better ways to use your time. Police are also apparently deployed in this season to watch out for people hurling them off bridges onto cars.
  The coloured gourds are pretty too, if you feel like arranging them in a display.


Meanwhile the farmers' market has some less hazardous produce, unless you don't like hot peppers. Though that squash could probably pull a punch.


The round red jobs are not tomatoes but ferociously hot cherry peppers. Appearances are deceptive. It all looks like a jeweller's shop display doesn't it?


There's talk in town of a permanent site for the farmers' market. Year-round perhaps. I wonder what they can sell in the winter?
Incidentally, while on the subject of hazardous produce,  this summer they seem to have been selling pumpkin pies again. Evidently someone got rid of, or circumvented the  rule that they might be a health hazard because they use eggs or some such. A bit like those British nanny state regulations about the Women's Institute selling jam. Yes, pumpkin pies and jam, among the leading causes of fatalities on both sides of the pond.

Monday, October 16, 2017

Penny for the - What?

A mystery spotted outside the library.


Now in my day, back in Britain, my first thought would have been "Penny for the Guy". For the benefit of my American friends, British kids used to - maybe still - stuff dummies representing Guy Fawkes and exhibit them to get money for fireworks and then they's be burnt on a bonfire on 5th November.  But what they're doing in America beats me. Probably something to do with Halloween. Could it possibly be that, for once, a British Guy Fawkes custom has invaded American Halloween and not the other way around? There's always hope.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Autumn Glory

Quick before it rains again - have a look at our autumn colours. The western New York autumn started slowly and late, after a heatwave but by the weekend it was developing very promisingly.
This was early in the morning when it was still foggy.


And here a nice flash of red maple.


Even the mundane and ubiquitous sumac makes a pretty pattern.


Fog again, wisping over the valleys.


And coyly veiling the colours until the sun comes out.


Later in the day, I came across this maple in the car park at the CVS pharmacy in town.


And this one was up our lane.


Here's another angle.


And here's the first scene a few hours later. You have to imagine the sounds of the geese gathering on the lake, honking away and occasionally taking off and wheeling overhead.


A tantalising flash of red on a hillside.


And more shots of nature's tapestry.


I can't think which of these I like best.



And there are so many hills to choose from.


All colouring up at different speeds.


Another typical autumn scene around here - the dried up cornfield with the hills behind. I take this road every day. It's easy to get blase. Of course the deer like to lurk in the corn to do their kamikaze thing. Sadly this is prime deer-hitting season. I can't understand why creatures that are so intelligent when it comes to foraging for delicacies in my garden are so stupid when it comes to roads.


Meanwhile back in the jungle.



Our maple tree only manages a few flashes of red.


Though the carpet on the ground is gorgeous.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Autumn in the Jungle

After my absence for a while, things are, how shall I say it, a little overgrown.


But that's not a bad thing in autumn when the unkempt look works with all the fallen leaves that seem to get into everything. There was, apparently quite a heatwave while we were away - just as I predicted. An iffy summer and as soon as we leave, summer comes with a vengeance. Wouldn't you know. But some of the geraniums are still holding their own.


And there's one last remaining daisy putting on a brave show.


 It must have been a little damp though


To produce a couple of largish mushrooms - a meal for someone, evidently.


And the bird bath from above is quite artistic.


Sadly, for the two most interesting sights, I didn't have my phone to hand, let alone the camera. A handsome red fox came exploring the last remaining tomatoes. Unlike London, they are pretty rare around here and this was a gorgeous, burnished gold, bushy-tailed specimen, fitting in perfectly with the autumn colours. Well if they eat grapes, according to Aesop, I suppose they might like tomatoes. I fear for the chipmunk family though - I haven't seen any of them since we got back.  I hope that's just a coincidence. And today a cheeky raccoon appeared to case the joint. He sat up on the grass by the flower bed sniffing the air and then lumbered off, fat and well-fed. We only turn our backs for a minute and it's a safari park here.