September days are warm and sunny for the most part, but nights are cooler, and we have already retrieved flannel sheets and patchwork quilts from the cedar chest downstairs. No doubt about it, daylight and the calendar year are waning, and the northern world is slowly turning its attention toward the long white season.
At this time of the year, one craves color, not just any old color but shades dazzling, intoxicating and downright riotous. Velvety taupe and cream milkweed pods disclosing dancing silks and casting their fate to the wind are all very well, but I need brightness before the snow flies, and hallelujah, here it is, barges of it.
Think bronze chrysanthemums, burgundy sedums and fall blooming asters, scarlet maple leaves, russet oak and golden birch, creepers in purple and crimson. Think autumn nights when the sun goes down in flames over lakes and rivers in the Lanark highlands. Think cold clear mornings when one's breath sparkles in the air and early light turns the awakening world to gold, erasing for a few moments the shifting ephemeral boundaries between land and water and sky.
In the garden behind the little blue house, my roses offer several hopeful buds, and Michaelmas daisies are coming into flower. When the day warms up, each and every swaying bloom wears a jeweled bumble, a honey bee or a wasp, sometimes a tiny goldenrod spider lying in wait for its next meal too. If only I could capture everything with my lens or find the right words to describe it...
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This cloudy cool morning finally tells me autumn is near. So ready for it, and the blazing colors on the trees!
Yes, fall is the time of riotous color. Bold and sexy and unrepentant.
We are finally getting a break from the heat. Today is an overcast, cool 60 degrees, with the smell of Fall in the air, and rain predicted for later tonight. Yum - my kind of weather. :)
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