last gasp

Mojo's Afternoon o' Sloth...

So I was up at three yesterday, doin' Important Stuff, and when I got back home in the early afternoon instead of taking a nap--which is what Mojo felt like doing, quite desperately--I instead decided to take a quick hike to my spot, since it looked and felt like one of the best last days of autumn. The lake gets REALLY COLD and windy once it freezes over, and the snow gets knee- and waist-deep, and a casual hike turns into some sort of endurance death march instead of a lazy stroll. And when you reach the lake, instead of "ahhh, here I am at the lake" you are instead sliced to ribbons by this freezing, freezing biting wind coming off the ice. So I tend to only hike down there in the winter when my Favorite Husband FORCES ME TO.

But for your continuing envy and edification, I took my cell phone with me, so in addition to fielding a call from my Favorite Older Sister I was able to document autumn's last gasp in Mojo's neck of the woods. More Mojo!>>

Pwetty Fwowers

I've been meaning to blog about various wildflowers since mid-July, when the fireweed starts blooming. They say fireweed gets its name because it's one of the first plants to reclaim an area ravaged by fire. Apparently the roots survive and regrow the instant the fire's put out. But I've always surmised since childhood that it's because it sets the roadside swamps and gullies on fire--although a somewhat purple fire--during the hottest days of the year. (Picture stolen from Wikipedia, natch!) More Mojo!>>

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