The scrub jay, Leonard, visited every day, squawking for peanuts which he can take from our fingers mid-air. He was also good at catching insects and was gone many hours every day, probably down at the river catching those huge bugs they have down there that the fish like.
Today I puttered around with the bonsai/penjing trees, weeding and trimming. The long and limber pear and apple tree branches are bowed down to the ground, heavy with fruit this year. And I have lots of tomatoes, fangie or xihongshi. This is my best garden in years.
In the morning, before the hot sun blasts over the ridge behind Apple Street, Bruce and I keep up with small improvements and maintenance on the house.
Bruce and I drove the less popular, back way to Eugene to visit my son and granddaughter for her fourth birthday. We took the highway 97 turnoff at Weed and turned east on highway 161 which paralleled the border through Grass Lake to the town of Tulelake where we crossed the California border near Merrill, Oregon. We picked up highway 97 again at the city of Klamath Lake where we skirted the east side of Upper Klamath Lake. At Chiloquin, an Amtrak depot, we investigated the area around the railroad tracks. The highway passed near Crater Lake, but we pressed toward Eugene and promised to come back next summer to explore the beautiful and remote region.
The party, at a park in Eugene, swelled to include children and adults. I was thrilled to see my ex-husband Richard and Bruce visiting over the cupcake table.
I spent the day savoring the last of summer at Whiskeytown Lake with Helen and Barbara. Canadian geese strutted across the sand while sailboats tacked and turned in our sheltered bay.
On Labor Day, 9/2, I made grape juice for jelly from Marty’s Concord grapes, small but flavorful and grown in north Dunsmuir. On 9/11 we remembered the tragic anniversary.
Every day we must pick fruit and prepare them in for winter. I canned pints of pear halves. I picked fat, windblown apples, red and streaked and spotted yellow with a blue blush, while Leonard the gray jay sang a warbling tune from a low branch. The blue morning glories climbed up the porch and are taller than the tallest sunflowers, past blooming, and making seeds.
My darling son, James, took his first business trip to China, traveling with his boss and an interpreter. Here he was in Shanghai. They provided architecture services in design for clients there.
Happy Mid Autumn Day, Zhongqiu jie, September 19, 2013.
Suddenly the rain arrived in cold chi clouds. I ran between raindrops to fetch ripe apples, downed by last night’s thundershower. I have seen less and less of Leonard the gray jay. This morning black headed juncos from the mountain lakes arrived to pick through the debris of my garden.
Wo hui dao Zhongguo
Every day I study Mandarin. Wo meitian du dou xuexi putonghua. I have mp3 files for lessons I took in Beijing from my teacher, laoshi, Wu Dan. I’m preparing to take a two-month trip that starts in late November in Hainan, the Hawaii of China. I’m attending the 10th CAFIC International Conference on the theme “Intercultural Communication for a Harmonious World: Challenges and Opportunities." I’ll be presenting a paper, co-authored by my boss at Tsinghua, Chen Hong, Director of the Overseas Promotion Department, titled “Building a Better English Website for Chinese Universities” based on research I conducted while working there in 2011.
From there I will travel to Ghanzhou to see the Qingwan Penjing Garden and conduct an interview with the proprietors for European bonsai magazine Bonsai Focus, and California magazine Golden Statements. The next stop is Xi’an and finally on to Beijing where Bruce will be meeting me for a few weeks of Chinese New Year, Spring Festival. The Beijing Breakfast Letter will be revived with more adventures and images.
See you later