Our garden space is small, but this year we were still able to give away dozens and dozens of cucumbers and many baskets of cherry tomatoes. Now the garden is on the wane, with a tomato here, a cucumber there, and as many sunflower seeds as the birds can hold and the squirrels can tuck away. Whole heads, their spiny necks broken, jays squawking, squirrels chattering and scolding — we live for the day. Indeed, where would we be without it?
September 29, 2021
From a photo taken by my wife in 2010.
The background is part of a very large map of Oregon.
The hair is much whiter now, and much thinner.
The beard, too, predicts a snowy winter.
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