2021 is here and the madman has been loving the warmer than normal temperatures. He’s not fretting about frozen pipes. He’s not running around in knee-deep snow. In fact, the last precipitation that fell was liquid and he didn’t have to drag out his friend John Deere to help get us out of the driveway….
2020 is almost over. Two days left in this strange and challenging year. The madman says so long 2020. He is not sorry to see the end of it. Nor am I if truth be told. But there are better days ahead. The Solstice Pig has told us so. Eight days ago, the…
The sun is creeping towards its lowest point in the sky. The madman is just waiting for its shadow to hit his Solstice pig. That signals the shortest day of the year. The sun will rise at 7:12 a.m. and set at 4:22 p.m. If you want to follow it, here’s a chart. As…
Today is December 1. Thanksgiving and Black Friday are behind us, as strange as they were this year. So now we get to look forward to the 2020 Christmas season. “You know, with everything else going on I haven’t even thought about Christmas,” the madman said. Come to think of it, I really haven’t…
As you all know, 2020 has been a rather strange year. Our garden was our salvation. Remember, a couple of weeks ago we were sitting around the Samhain fire reflecting on the garden. In the last blog we mentioned some of the things that made it good. But, the madman can always find some…
Reflections with a Samhain bonfire. The madman was so excited – a nice rainstorm and a bit of snow hit us late last week. Sure, he was glad to see the drought begin to ease. But, more important, rain meant he could have his Samhain bonfire without burning down the woods. And, a wonderful…
You can tell by the sun angle. It’s a month past the fall equinox. As much as the madman doesn’t want to believe it, fall is here. The sun is closer to the southern horizon so it doesn’t beat down like it has all summer. We haven’t reached the Persephone period yet, so we have…
It’s garlic time! There he is, out in the garden with his measuring tape and yellow twine. While other people are in their closets looking for Halloween costumes, the madman is in his garden looking for a spot to plant his potatoes. It has become one of his October rituals. Potatoes, you say? No one…
The Morning Glories have reached the top of the treehouse and they are glorious. “September’s flower,” the madman calls them. I call them the late August flowers, but that doesn’t sound as nice. Actually, they have been blooming all summer, but in our garden now is when they really hit their peak. Incidentally,…