Winds of Change at Our Little House
The only color left to my plants are two little grape tomatoes
Have I mentioned before that it has been a long, hot summer?
Our drought finally broke on Wednesday afternoon and we received some much needed rain.
While I’m usually not one to thank the thunder Gods or embrace the darkness, I turned on an extra lamp in the Belle Writer’s Studio and enjoyed the sound of pelting rain on the roof, glad that what vegetation had survived the drought was getting a good drink.
Dale calls this the “ugly part of summer,” when everything is brown or dying. We have trees that have already lost almost all of their leaves.
Strange Nature at Our Little House
I read this summer about the momma Grizzly bear close to Yellowstone that attacked some campers while they slept. One person was killed and the bear was later hunted and killed. Her two cubs were taken to a zoo. It was determined the bears were starving and evidently, became desperate.
This article, by the Associated Press, warns hikers, berry pickers and campers to expect more of the same as bears come down from the mountains in search of food.
The reason, according to this article, is a beetle that is surviving warmer winters and killing the trees that produce white bark pine cones and their nuts, a staple in a Grizzly bear’s diet.
We have black bears here, but at Our Little House and in the Ozarks Region, we’ve also started noticing strange behavior in nature this year.
Where to Build a Little House
Today, we end our summer of Monday guest posts with one from Mary Brown. Mary has a decision to make about where they should settle and build their little house.
- Mary's House
Here’s the post from Mary:
The Stars Shine at Our Little House
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One of the first things I noticed when we moved to Our Little House was how many stars there are in the night sky here.
There’s just as many in the city of course, you just can’t see them.
I’m the type of star geek who, when I saw the movie, “Titanic,” didn’t think about how cold and terrifying it must be for the character, Rose, floating on a piece of wreckage in the middle of the Atlantic.
I was thinking about how many stars she must have been able to see in that kind of darkness in 1912 while she was lying on her back singing, “Come Josephine in my Flying Machine.”
