I had something of greater import in mind for today, but it involved actual thinking and time got away from me. So consider today’s post an interlude, a pleasant interruption that has nothing to do with getting old.
Big excitement out back yesterday. All three floors of the apartment house that is kitty corner from the deck have been empty since I moved here in June. Then, about three weeks ago, a team of workers arrived who have been gutting the place from top to bottom throwing pieces of walls, ceiling and flooring into dumpsters below. Renovation is in the air, but it’s not all that compelling as entertainment goes.
Then yesterday, a big blue crane showed up for what appeared to be reconnaissance of the condition of the roof. I couldn’t resist a few photos:
About two weeks ago, Mrs. Spider moved in and erected a new home for herself between some leaves of Hedy the ivy and a wall of the deck. I thought to brush her away, but was impressed with the diligence of her construction efforts and so gave her a reprieve but intending it to be only a day or so.
I thought she was gone after a heavy rainstorm, but then I spied her using an ivy leaf as an umbrella and when the rain stopped, she repaired her web and sat down to wait. Her patience is admirable and has led me to wonder how long a spider can go without food. As far as I can tell, nothing has fallen into her trap.
A second windy rain again tore her web apart, and again she diligently repaired it. And now that I’ve spent time watching all these efforts, it’s not so easy to brush her off. Can any of you gardening bloggers tell me if there’s any reason not to leave her there?
Wednesday is farmer’s market day at Monument Square in downtown Portland, Maine. I never miss it and I always overbuy, but how not to. Real tomatoes, ripened on the vine. Cute little round cucumbers that hint of lemon in their taste. Hybrid peas that snap and crackle and are as sweet as candy. Ten or 15 kinds of lettuce to choose from. Local raspberries, blackberries and wild blueberries that – well, you get the idea.
It makes you understand why so many artists paint still lifes.
The farmer’s market also sells plants and cut flowers and, hey Millie (of My Mom’s Blog), after your recent birthday, I’ll never again see sunflowers without thinking of you. So I bought some this week.
Our regularly scheduled programming will resume on Friday.