Last breaths of cadmium and aureolin yellow falling through another season of autumn . . . as it falls through us . . . only passing through it all . . . Rock Maples stand mighty and tall. Miscanthus yellow blazes sigh with tassels reaching upwards ten feet high. Standing nearby, soft rustling songs become more an undertone as lengthy, waving blades . . . yellow . . . then fade, and float towards the leafy floor. A brighter, fleeting yellow reflecting tones of our … [Read more...] about Last Autumnal Breaths of Cadmium and Aureolin Yellow with Palm Warbler Only Passing Through
Last Autumnal Breaths of Cadmium and Aureolin Yellow with Palm Warbler Only Passing Through
Last breaths of cadmium and aureolin yellow falling through another season of autumn . . . as it falls through us . . . only passing through it all . . . Rock Maples stand mighty and tall.Miscanthus yellow blazes sigh with tassels reaching upwards ten feet high. Standing nearby, soft rustling songs become more an undertone as lengthy, waving blades . . . yellow . . . then fade, and float towards the leafy floor. A brighter, fleeting yellow reflecting … [Read more...] about Last Autumnal Breaths of Cadmium and Aureolin Yellow with Palm Warbler Only Passing Through
A Late Autumn Palette Within A Community of Trees
In thinking along the stream of thought inspired by Wendall Berry, I have been pondering 'my place' within my place and the community I am blessed to have membership in. I am speaking of the land, of the trees and shrubberies, of the species of butterflies and bees and birds that coexist here at Flower Hill Farm. There is a language I have come to understand and the understanding came as soon as I let go of the ideas of gardening I held true and when I stopped and listened to the needs of the … [Read more...] about A Late Autumn Palette Within A Community of Trees
A Late Autumn Palette Within A Community of Trees
In thinking along the stream of thought inspired by Wendall Berry, I have been pondering 'my place' within my place and the community I am blessed to have membership in. I am speaking of the land, of the trees and shrubberies, of the species of butterflies and bees and birds that coexist here at Flower Hill Farm. There is a language I have come to understand and the understanding came as soon as I let go of the ideas of gardening I held true and when I stopped and listened to the needs of the … [Read more...] about A Late Autumn Palette Within A Community of Trees
Light and Leaves At Play In A Bright Autumn Landscape
It has been a gorgeous fall with leaves clinging to the trees far longer than I recall in recent years. The rain has held off, but the trees are slowly releasing their leaf fasteners and hundreds of their leafy members, like golden rain, are falling with the gentlest of breezes throughout the dry days and nights. The sounds of falling leaves . . . flights of leaves . . . piles of leaves . . . walking and kicking up leaves are all quintessentially 'Fall'. I am not one to run out and rake any … [Read more...] about Light and Leaves At Play In A Bright Autumn Landscape