Leaves Like Snowflakes

10/08/2023

Leaves Like Snowflakes

Today was the first day it felt like fall. Not many of the trees have started changing, but there's a maple in a nearby park that always drops its leaves very early. The leaves are very beautiful.

A visiting guest gave us a houseplant, which Clio investigated.

Last week, I went out for drinks with a few work friends to a rooftop bar not far from our office. I had forgotten what it was like to feel overwhelmed by the brilliance of the city.

In the garden, the seedpod of the woodland peony has opened. Last year, we planted the seeds, but it takes three-five years for them to germinate. Like the city, the garden moves at a pace that's not exactly dictated by human life spans.

Once again, we've had a good crop of toad lilies.

In public infrastructure news, the track at the state park near our house has been resurfaced. They did a perfect job; after the floods, there were no puddles. It was a nice reminder that the government can do great things.

Sadly, this 'bench' in the subway station doesn't qualify as a great thing and is another reminder that the government is waging a war against the poor.

Stephen recently grilled cauliflower 'steaks,' which were delicious. Did you know that if Americans swapped 10 percent of beef steaks for cauliflower steaks, global warming would be immediately capped? I don't know if that's true, but it's something I think about, given that beef is a huge contributor to global warning (and animal suffering) (and men acting like boneheads). Recently I saw an interview clip of the sportscaster Al Michaels talking about how he's never willingly eaten a vegetable in his entire life, not even a carrot. Al, if you're reading, please feel free to come over for a cauliflower steak :)

The fall light is magical.

I'm looking forward to sitting on the deck and watching the leaves fall from the trees.

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