One of my things to do on a stormy day. Stand at the edge of the shore. First day of fall today. Best place to be. This is how I like an ocean....dark, twisting clouds, rocks greasy from rain and surf.
"We knew it would rain, for all the morn a spirit on slender ropes of mist was lowering its goldtn bucket down into teh vapoury amethyst." (Before the Rain by Thomas Bailey Aldrich)
Sweet peas in one bunch, still hanging on for dear life.......Pods flopping.
....and Cordelia looking thru the glass door. As usual.
lady's mantle sprouting here and there. Soaked with rain.
A few sweet peas. Just a few. Not enough to bring in. Just enough to gather rain.
It's fall. The teakwood bench always gets moved to the covered porch for the winter. The neighbourhood cats usually find it. They will be sitting on it out of the elements, looking in the window.
And the grapes. Cordelia of the golden eyes. It's time to strip the vines. Let the grapes ripen and breathe before they are harvested.
Lots of grapes this year. Tons. Thinking wine and coolers.............
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Smoke Bush. Starting to go crispy in the fall. Light shatters from it. Just like cobwebs......making eyes like an owl. Very cool.
"The maple wears a grayer scarf, the field a scarlet gown......"
(Autumn by Emily Dickinson)
"There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood...touch of manner, hint of mood; and my heart is like a rhyme..." (A Vagabond Song by Bliss Carman)
And Fog. Wonderful fog. Down by the Pier. It's fall. I'm so excited! (Until January hits then I will wish it were spring......that's a song, itsn't it? " Might as well be spring....") Now I'm going to have that running thru my head for the next month........
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