August gave us cool days dressed in flannel and comforter nights . . . the coolest August I can recall since my transplanting to New England just thirty-eight years ago. Mostly busy days filled the weeks that passed in tones of green, with worldly guests and migrations stirring motes of dust, pollen and memories . . . both lived and dreamed. The last hours of Augustus suddenly lead into September's first dawn . . . breaking through a thick haze of clouded air with bolts of zagged light only … [Read more...] about Stepping into September Haze Ironweed Holds Center Stage
Stepping into September Haze Ironweed Holds Center Stage
August gave us cool days dressed in flannel and comforter nights . . . the coolest August I can recall since my transplanting to New England just thirty-eight years ago. Mostly busy days filled the weeks that passed in tones of green, with worldly guests and migrations stirring motes of dust, pollen and memories . . . both lived and dreamed. The last hours of Augustus suddenly lead into September's first dawn . . . breaking through a thick haze of clouded air with bolts of zagged light only … [Read more...] about Stepping into September Haze Ironweed Holds Center Stage
Recalling Landscape Tapestries of Spring Twenty-Twelve
Looking out on a white and cold landscape, I dream of spring, though do not wish to hurry it. Since we are in January, I look ahead while also following Janus's glances back in time towards my favorite Flower Hill Farm landscape tapestries of spring twenty-twelve. It truly is remarkable . . . experiencing the seasons . . . imagining this lush, joyous and verdant breath of life . . . now resting and dormant within the deepest protected layers of crusty, cellular … [Read more...] about Recalling Landscape Tapestries of Spring Twenty-Twelve
Recalling Landscape Tapestries of Spring Twenty-Twelve
Looking out on a white and cold landscape, I dream of spring, though do not wish to hurry it. Since we are in January, I look ahead while also following Janus's glances back in time towards my favorite Flower Hill Farm landscape tapestries of spring twenty-twelve.It truly is remarkable . . . experiencing the seasons . . . imagining this lush, joyous and verdant breath of life . . . now resting and dormant within the deepest protected layers of crusty, … [Read more...] about Recalling Landscape Tapestries of Spring Twenty-Twelve
Glimpses of October From My Windows ~ Atmosphere and Light
Glimpses of October from my windows misty morning skies wearing layers of shadowy waves melt between perfectly bright beautiful days of light and those of rain showers falling as trees unfasten colorful leaves each floating and uniquely flying to a destiny akin to a runaway kite. A one thousand foot wide mass of storm moves towards this land with a voice of wind power too strong to harness for energy, oh most frightening form. October retreats trembling along with inhabitants along the coast … [Read more...] about Glimpses of October From My Windows ~ Atmosphere and Light
