She awakens to skies that would make an impressionist painter feel like dancing, to Canada geese singing in unison as they fly up from the river and out into farm fields to feed. This year's progeny sing loudest up there in the great blue bowl of morning. Their pleasure in being alive and aloft mirrors her own as she watches them with a mug of chai, eyes shielded from the rising sun with a sleepy hand.
On an early walk, she and Spencer pause together by a neighbor's fish pond to watch the white and scarlet koi finning their way around in circles, and they notice that the first fallen maple leaves of the season have already drifted into the pool, making eddies and swirls and perfect round spirals on the surface. No need to panic, it's not an early autumn, just the dry heat of August setting the first leaf people free to ramble.
If only (she muses to herself) she could actually paint a sky as magnificent as this. She can't , and the camera will have to do, but what her lens "sees" is absolutely sumptuous, and she is content. Sky blue, rose, gold, violet and scarlet lodge in her wandering thoughts, and on the way home, she considers hauling out her potter's wheel, throwing a whole bunch of clay bowls and glazing them in perfect sunrise colors. Emaho!
2 comments:
So very beautiful.
Such a delight to read your words! = "setting the first leaf people free to ramble" - love that! It's happening here too in Colorado. Today I noticed a tree turning color already! Amazing... Haven't seen many Canadian Geese this summer! A developer built homes in the big field down the street. Probably chased them away... You are such an inspiration! Happy Pottering :)
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