This says it all; a surprise day lily and fallen leaves right next to each other. Every day I see more leaves on the ground. The leaves from our big maple tend to fall first. It’s a very old tree and I wonder if that is part of the reason. But maples in general, especially on our windy property, shed their leaves before the other trees, with the oaks and catalpas waiting until well into autumn.
Lord, is it hot here! The heat index had us well over 100 degrees yesterday and it was just plain awful to be outside for more than a few minutes. I watered everything in the morning, then stayed inside the rest of the day. More of the same, with even higher temps, today. It will break tomorrow.
Don, as luck would have it, has to go into the city today for an audition. The audition is no big deal – just one line in a tv series – but it’s going to be 96 degrees there today and you know that means the heat index will be off the charts. Better him than me, but I hope he gets in and out of the city quickly. I’ll be happy when he’s safely home.
I’m almost done with my deductions. Don has yet to do his, but he’ll be starting today. Might I add that he’ll be starting today because I have had to bug him about it for several days, several times a day. Sigh.
We watched La Strada last night, Fellini’s masterpiece. I had never seen it. A couple of years ago we saw Nights of Cabiria with Giulietta Masina, Fellini’s wife, in the lead role and I was utterly enchanted with her performance. I think I wrote about it on the blog. She was the kind of actress that had a face for film and you could not take your eyes off her. Still can’t. The same thing happened in La Strada. But what was revelatory about this film for me was Anthony Quinn’s performance. I’ve never been a big fan of Quinn. He was a good actor and I certainly saw my share of his films. But this! He is amazing, playing a brutish character with such nuance that in the end, despite his actions, he breaks your heart. Wow. Add to that a young Richard Basehart in a role so much more interesting than anything he was saddled with in later years. It made me see him with fresh eyes. Quinn, too.
You can tell I’m still thinking about it this morning, can’t you?
Most of the coneflowers are still hanging in there after having opened quite a while ago, but here and there I see some that have just opened, like this one.
I’m sad that we’re coming up on Labor Day and the unofficial end of summer.
I’m not ready yet.
Happy Wednesday.