We spot a pretty tree
Because of this climatological reason and that, leaf color has been less than usual around our part of the world this year. So we were glad to spot this subdued bit of orange and red during a November neighborhood stroll.
Our new fig tree likes its winter home in the shed
My friend John brought over the fig tree grown in his backyard and designated for delivery for my dear wife Karen and I to love and nature in our space since I admired his grove of trees a few miles away and listened carefully to how he coaxes them to life and cares for them…
What sees you, Ellie B?
My attention was immediately drawn up to the rising sun, as I posted here yesterday. Then I noticed cherished rescue mutt Ellie B had not moved past her first couple of steps to the deck. I still do not know what out there drew her rapt stare.
Welcome, mid-November sunrise
I’m glad to run back inside for my iPhone when cherished rescue mutt Ellie B’s early morning go-out to the backyard is accompanied by a beautiful wake-up-to-a-golden sunrise moment like it was Thursday.
Can’t hide from me
Sometimes our cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle thinks her hidey-hole between the backyard bushes render her totally invisible from the prying eye of my iPhone 8. Ha!
Another Year for Lights on the Lake
Lights on the Lake opened Monday night. I saw this fact on the news while getting ready for work in the morning. My how time goes by. So I left a bit early and rushed down the two blocks from the library parking garage, a bit before 8 a.m. Yes, the lights were on already.…
Finding a bright spot
Charting the process of the falling leaves there and here in our backyard, I note a patch of red hanging up and out. Past our shed. Past the neighbor’s white house. Yes, on the next block, big color that won’t yet fall.
A true, heartfelt memorial for Benny Mardones
Benny Mardones would have had a blast. Back it up a minute. Somewhere up above, the rocker who left us in June 2020 surely did soar along with the full house at the Palace Theatre in Syracuse Saturday night during every second of Bless a Brand New Angel: A Tribute to Benny Mardones. There was…
A lot can fall in a week
After the mowing of the lawn last Saturday, I srote of how many leaves remained up on the trees. Yesterday, many had found their way to the lawn. (And pool cover.) But, no, it is not yet time to take the lawn mower out of the shed for one more mow.
Remembering Benny Mardones
The first time the big voice that was Benny Mardones took on its full dimensions in vivid reality, I’d walked down from my second-floor reporter’s cubby for the big daily, summoned to the lobby by the desk staffer with these simple words, “Benny’s here.” Down the stairs I went. Wide my eyes opened. There stood…
Mark Bialczak 