Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
The sun passed the ecliptic on Monday. That marked the autumnal equinox, the day the sun passes that imaginary equator in the sky in its annual trek through the seasons. By now, those of you who tolerate my blathering know that this event does not mark the true equinox since that day of equal length… Continue reading The Daily: 25 September 25
It may snow this week... It's been raining and in the low 40s (°F) since yesterday afternoon. I haven't seen a frost at my house, but there's been ice on the metal mailbox in the morning. Some of my co-workers who live in the boondocks reported frost last week. And we're almost a month beyond… Continue reading The Daily: 14 October 2024
Autumn rolled in last week. The mountains are not green, but a glorious pumpkin orange. The late apples are ripening. Several farms put the early glut of winter squash on sale already. My favorite place, Burtt's, is doing 3 pie pumpkins for $10 and 5 winter squash of any size and variety for $30. That's… Continue reading The Daily: 7 October 2024
The sun passed the ecliptic yesterday at 8:43am (EDT). This marks the autumnal equinox, the day the sun passes that imaginary equator in the sky in its annual trek through the seasons. By now, those of you who tolerate my blathering know that this event does not mark the true equinox since that day of… Continue reading The Daily: 23 September 2024
Things to look forward to... applause Once upon a time, I got up on the stage and played piano for people. I did not stand on a stage willingly. I am not a performer. I still don't like bearing the full attention of people, even after years of teaching science and speaking on books. To… Continue reading The Daily: 21 February 2024
Today is the last day that my part of the world will see more than nine hours of sunlight in a day. Nearly all plants need at least that much light to generate more energy than they use when active. Even in a greenhouse, growth will be negligible for the next few months, unless you… Continue reading Last Nine-hour Day
By My Solitary Hearth 