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It's time for the fall harvest of plums and apples from mother-outlaw's orchard in Pargas again. Or actually it was yesterday. Pictures of Wax & me, Perry, Wax's mom being hilarious and Wax's cousin (briefly) within.

From Above
The view from one of the apple trees: my feet in Wax's sneakers, a saw for pruning, a basket of apples.

autumn idyll
Cottage seen through apple-laden branches

hand-sized dahlias
These dahlias are borrowed from Homophobic!Granny each summer and planted in the lower garden, then sent back to HG's basement for the winter. That is my hand in my favorite garment, the gloves made for me a few years ago (three? or four now?) by my bff

hollsh (favorite because my hands are ALWAYS COLD and I can hardly do anything in comfort without gloves. These are thick 50/50 wool/silk and much warmer and softer: all store-bought pairs have turned out itchy and insufficiently warm, hence the copious amounts of mending and darning)

Perry in mid-roll
Perry thinks it's awesome to come out to the countryside where a beagle can really let himself go and... roll around for a while, lick the ground, and then go to sleep in the grass.

Oy så skönt att vara på landet
And stay as close to his mom as the rope permits, since he is now on Rope Arrest after his many, many attempts to escape and go exploring the countryside by himself over the summer.

landskap
A few young plum trees and the seamless takeover of moss and lichen from clover, lupine, and grass where the boulders shoulder up through the earth. I think of it like exposed bones, and it's the case all over Finland, one of my favorite parts of the Finnish landscape.

apple chair
I'm taking a brief break here and there wasn't a chair around, so.

Twitpicking
Wax immediately whipped out her cameraphone and tweeted the above (which was taken by Brother Linux).

"Why, hello, Ryan Ross"
Nom nom nom

SO PRECIOUS
Wax working so single-mindedly that it's impossible to converse with her is really, really cute. And in this case, complemented exceedingly well by the colors of her surroundings.

stuck
Perry, when tied up on a rope, will inevitably sooner or later walk around enough objects that he only has about 6 inches of slack remaining. Here he is waiting hopefully for me to come and untangle him.

Here's Wax's mom who has an adorably limited set of facial expressions, all of which convey sadness or worry. She actually is happy sometimes, but her default settings are all some version of stress, worry, etc. Stressing and flipping out and flailing are like her top three hobbies.