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Category Archives: Nature
After five weeks, we returned to the Snake River upstream of Asotin to fish for bass. I caught an 11-1/2 incher on my first cast, and after about an hour and a half, neither of us caught any more, though I lost two lures to hungry rocks.
The day was spectacularly beautiful: sunny, with contour and light accenting the basalt hills across the water.
My husband took all the photos.
A hard rain was falling; it morphed briefly into hail, and ended with the sun returning, evidently indecisive. Minutes before I had picked and stemmed one and a half pounds of Flame grapes.
Hail sparkled for a little while on our deck, and quickly melted under the determined sun.
Autumn’s sunlit colors prevail.
I had finished my chores and eaten lunch, and decided to go outside to Effieland and pick some more Flame grapes while proprietress Effie napped inside.
I picked a pound and five ounces in a couple of minutes, and it took another 10 minutes or so to rinse and stem the grapes. Effie slept through the whole project, completely incurious.
Flames are now my favorite variety of grape. They are sweet with zing, and festively colorful.
Earwigs tend to like grapes as well. Earwigs are also my least favorite bug. With fair consistency, one will emerge from the grapes while I am rinsing them and race creepily along my hand. One did this as I rinsed the grapes I picked today. I flicked the slithery creature into the drain and provided a hot-water escort to hasten its journey.
. . .garnished with sunshine and sky
My husband took a recuperative day off today, and we took an easy walk along a Snake River trail. We were a little disheartened that the river’s flooding this year caused the grassy trail to be displaced by cockle burrs, but we coped with the narrow trail and dodged the burrs.
The day started out cloudy, but our walk seemed to invite the sun out and join us. I took a couple of photos of the scenery.
My husband Vic and I both were moved by the vibrancy of the clouds transiting Hells Canyon’s basalt hills after the rain. He set his video cam on a window sill and timed 30-second intervals for a little more than half an hour. I thought it was striking.