...a few more leaves release their grip to leave the height of the branches for the rush of the wind. Gliding, swirling, rising, falling, beautifully in air currents invisible, but for what they carry, and today, they carry the copper leaves of November.
The coffee is fresh, the day is new. The china cup, probably closer to 100 than I realized.
It's just past noon in this little corner of the world. Just beyond the screen mid-day rain is dancing with the slight, cool breeze. It's a in-between hour, in an in-between part of the year. Change is in the air. Glorious, brilliant, magnificent. All true descriptions of the colors of the maples, elms, oaks, all … Continue reading In between.
The wind is still gusting here, and the rain has returned. To be honest, I’m loving it. I have the greatest respect for the power of nature and I know any of the trees could turn loose of this saturated ground at any moment. Risks understood, I slipped out back a few minutes ago for … Continue reading Scene from a Sunday stroll
Ah, September! Just the mention of the month makes me long for bonfires, boots and sweaters! Meanwhile it's still hot and humid, so perhaps I shall appreciate September for all that it is, as it is. The leaves just beyond the screen are beginning to show the slightest hint of gold and copper now, especially … Continue reading Hello, September.
This morning I took my coffee to the front porch to enjoy the soft morning breeze before the humidity kicks in. The wildflowers are all but spent, easily mistaken for tall, gangly weeds at this point, but the birds love this little patch of tall seeds, and because of them, so do I. Soon enough … Continue reading Morning
Just beyond the screen, these old oak trees are swaying softly in the humid morning breeze. Overall, it is cloudy here, but for maybe two seconds, the sun peeked through the soft gray sky blanket to reach the back porch. Perhaps just a little wave or wink to say: Good Morning, I see you, I'm … Continue reading Hello, August.
This last Sunday of July 2018 has arrived on a soft breeze, refreshingly cool for summertime here. Early light is streaming through these old oaks, painting the morning in shades of green and gold as I wander around with my coffee, pausing in the patches of light for moments of prayer and gratitude. What a … Continue reading Sunday Morning
Front porch seat, hot coffee, springlike breeze blowing summer flower scents through the sprinklety showers and downpours, goldfinches, cardinals, and a tiny little gray bird playing peekaboo from the hollies and oaks. Seems like my weekend “to do” list has just been rewritten. Hello, Saturday. It’s good to be here.