Another week come and gone. Hell, another month come and gone. October starts tomorrow and bless me if I know where the year has gone. Flit, blink and it’s gone. Hate to break it to a certain blogger in Utah, but, it’s been raining most of the day here. Hope you don’t get hit with snow tomorrow. Looks like somebody flipped the weather switch again. It’s been like that this year. Flip, wet weather comes, flip wet weather goes. We have a Mediterranean type climate, cool and wet in the winter, hot and dry in the summer. Of course once you get past the Cascades it’s high plateau, dry, scrubby, and down right desert type the further east and south you go.
The beans had pretty much shot their wad so I took the vines down yesterday. All gathered up and ready to go the shredder at the dump. Made sure to say thank you, we got over thirty pints off them, think of it as green sunshine in December. The cucumber and tomatoes are just about through too. Not too many left to get hit with the cool, wet weather. I will miss those lemon cucumbers are gone for the year. They’re so good and so easy to eat. Scrub off the little stickies and you’re good to go, don’t even have to peel them.
Oregon lost yesterday. L But it was a good game. Both teams fairly well matched. It was really a case of who was ahead at the end. Oregon almost made another score right at the end. Player got knocked out of bounds right at the goal line and lost the ball into the end zone. Touchback and Cal got the ball. No guaranties that even if we’d kept the ball, Oregon would have made a score with all of sixteen seconds left in the game. Heck it took almost an hour to play the last quarter, so nobody was giving anything away to anybody.
The cats are bummed. To cool most of the time to keep the widows open so one of them can sit in the sill and look out. Everybody has returned to their favorite cool weather roosting places. Each one has her own and patches of sunbeams are at a premium.
Heck, I’m bummed. Time to haul out the sweaters, turtlenecks, and put away the sandals. My toes are really bummed. They like going uncovered. Ah well, July is only eight months away.