Now that the sun is back on the civilized side of 6am, maybe you'll see more frequent posts. It has been a long time since I deigned to go dawn-walking on a sunless morning, but yesterday came with a cavalcade of worry. It was a good morning to rise early, tap into the straight-forward enthusiasm of dogs, and connect with the soggy beauty of a foggy day.
I was embarrassed to discover a very large fallen tree that we hadn't yet noticed since the diminished Irene hit our area. We were away for 9 days, but I had walked all around the property once without passing through the central glade. We have some clearing work ahead.
The lawn spiders are back at work, dazzling me with their architectural prowess.
Mushrooms are in profusion after a couple of wet weather weeks.
Goldenrod may cause sneezes, but it can be lovely, especially when it grows next to fall's purple aster. And more fall beauties were around - purple loosestrife, Queen Anne's lace. And apples are in profusion.
The pond is threatened by cattails, but it is still quite serene and meditative.
And of course, Kate is intent on sticks; Clara is intent on the hunt; Guster is just plain cute.
Summery days have passed. I only experience the first day of school vicariously now, but I think September will always feel, in some way, like the beginning of a new year. Here we go.