We’ve been hitting freezing temperatures overnight!
The mushrooms are wilting. Most of them look like old mounds of mashed potatoes.
The cranberry bushes and raspberry bushes have all turned, too.
The backyard certainly looks different from last week! I would have taken more shots, but as you can see at the top of the frame the yellow jackets are still buzzing around.
Hopefully next year we can keep the yellow jackets away. It’s hard enough to enjoy the Alaskan outdoors with the huge mosquitoes everywhere, but at least bug spray keeps them away. Yellow jackets have proven hard to get rid of.
Last year, I only saw one mushroom on the property and it was a tiny brown thing. But this year we have so much more firewood and have gotten so much more rain, the mushrooms are popping up everywhere. I tried to capture the prettier ones.
I hope they aren’t poisonous for the local wildlife’s sake.
This is another angle of that patch of fireweed, weeds, and baby trees. Not much rust showing up yet. Bummer. I’m ready for the heat to stop and the snow to start.
The original side of this patch has overgrown with bird vetch, which is threatening to overtake everything that hasn’t been mowed. It’s a relatively pretty vine, but I prefer our trees and the vine will smother them. Add “vine pulling” to the growing list of chores that need done before it snows.
Diary entry, just an update on life, things, whatnot.
The view from my office today around 4pm
This morning the sun came up at 8:57am and it set at 4:11pm. The high was in the low twenties while the low is in the single digits.
So NaNoWriMo started. I didn’t get the surge of creativity on November first like I’d hoped. I managed to write a few hundred words, and immediately got a monster headache.
Haven’t touched it since.
Like so many things, I like the idea of having written, but not so much the actual work of writing. I haven’t been able to have fun writing in a long time. I was hoping that NaNoWriMo and my crafty composition notebooks would at least make me want to write, but I honestly haven’t wanted to write in a long time.
Probably I picked the wrong story for NaNoWriMo. And probably I should have just tried typing instead of writing longhand. And I probably should have remembered the lesson from last year–if a thing is supposed to be fun, but there’s a time limit and/or daily goal, I’m not going to do it.
I know I could write 50k words in 30 days. But trying to write 50k in 30 days brings out my stubborn, toddler brain that only knows how to say NOPE.