The blueberry and apricot are almost bare, their leafy colors beneath them. The grape is a mass of brush I’ve already pruned in my mind. The fig is yellow, with many leaves yet to fall — too late for Adam, too late for Eve. The ground is yellow too. I cut down the dahlias; we’ll be digging and storing them soon. The pine has shed almost all its yellowed needles, which are no longer yellow on the ground. The hostas are rapidly melting. The paper birches are completely bare. The geraniums are still green and have some blooms. There’s one last red rose that’s opening slowly.
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I bought another used book online this morning: a very good copy of The Compleat Angler, by Izaak Walton, in the 1947 Peter Pauper Press edition with slipcase.
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Read Bees and Their Keepers, by Lotte Möller, Pages 157-165. For the month of December: A Mysterious Honey Remembered and The Art of Tasting the Difference between One Honey and Another. This concludes Part One. Part Two, which I also finished today, focuses on concerns of the present; it contains three chapters and a short postscript, followed by two lists: one of bee museums around the world, the other of shops specializing in honey and honey products; a bibliography, and an index.
November 17, 2023.
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Categories: If It Had A Name
Tags: Adam and Eve, Apricots, Bees, Bees and Their Keepers, Birches, Blueberries, Colors, Dahlias, Fall, Figs, Geraniums, Grapes, Honey, Hostas, Izaak Walton, Journals, Leaves, Lotte Möller, Old Books, Peter Pauper Press, Pines, Pruning, Reading, Roses, The Compleat Angler
William Michaelian 