Monday, September 25, 2017

Keeping Vigil

The fox has made an appearance once again.
Oliver is on watch detail.
 *sigh*
🦊


Saturday, September 23, 2017

Mist-Filled

The first full day of Autumn and morning mists came calling.
The grass is wet with a heavy dew, taking most of the afternoon before it is dry to the touch.
Down on main street, shopkeepers display their pumpkins and Autumn fayre.
Orange and yellows are now the colors of the season.


 

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Seasons of Mists and Mello Fruitfulness

There is a subtle change in the air.
Cool mist-filled mornings, and daytime temperatures are seasonably pleasant.
Trees are slowly changing from greens to oranges and browns,  Autumn is unmistakably around the corner.
 
 

 
 
 
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells."

~ John Keats
 

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Seasons Changing

Over the last couple of days, the remains of hurricane Irma has taken away our sunshine.
The dark clouds linger overhead, making for dark and dreary days. 
If I didn't know the difference I would think we were in the depths of winter, even the house has taken on a different hue.
The days are noticeably shorter,  dark by 7:15pm now, the wild turkeys lead their flocks to the nightly roost late afternoon, and the last of the hummingbirds are leaving for their winter homes.
Orange pumpkins and Chrysanthemums are replacing summer blooms, now fading fast.
 
 



Sunday, September 3, 2017

A Sunday Indulgence

Enjoying a taste of the last Summer strawberries.
I'm freezing the remainder, to indulge in, on a cold Winter's day.
Topped with a dollop of clotted cream, or maybe use them to make a  lovely batch of strawberry scones.
Accompanied by a nice pot of tea.
*grin*
 
 
 

Friday, September 1, 2017

September

 



"September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours,
But in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.
The cricket chirps in the noontide, making the most of what remains of his brief life.
The bumblebee is busy among the clover blossoms of the aftermath,
And their shrill and dreamy hum hold the outdoor world above the voices of the song birds,
Now silent or departed."-
 
~ September Days : Rowland E. Robinson, Vermont