(Update: why tomatoes go quickly once they turn...)
My "new" Harris hawk is about a year old; and just two months after dropping his first tail feather, today he dropped his 12th, the last of the brown ones. Already his tail is mostly full and jet black. His body is mostly black. He looks like someone else's old hawk sitting in my mews.
Where did little Ernie go? Where does the time go?
My kids went to a tea party tonight, a catered affair at an old plantation house on Highland Road. We dropped them off. They wore summer dresses and nice shoes. Several of the other girls wore their white gloves. When the hell that that start to happen?
In the last of the evening light I checked my tiny garden for late-feeding hornworms and other weeds. I grabbed a couple pictures to contrast with the last installment, just a little more than a month ago.
Amazing. We've been eating peppers and basil for several weeks already, and this week pulled the first tomatoes. The world is spinning faster.