First Week of Autumn

 "The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak, and stared with his foot on his prey..."-Tennyson

 Fall has arrived with a gentle crash.....first week  in a blaze of colour. My favourite time of year.

 Last of the purple Buddleja swings in the wind, before it dies....

 And the leaves  turn. Even though it grows hot out again.

 "Yes, the year is growing old, and his eye is pale and bleared..."
                                       -William Cullen (1794-1878)

 The passage grows dull and grey. Loons gather on rocks.

 Like the cowbirds, who just can't seem to share.....

 While beautiful Cordelia watches  Cooper's Hawk rip and tear at his prize....

 "And here  the autumn melancholy dwells, and sighs her tearful spells, among the sunless shadows of the plain...." 
                                           -Thomas Hood (1799-1845)

 Skies shift and change....

 "A nightingale does not stop singing its beautiful song, at the intrusion of  an annoying woodpecker.."
                           -Suzy Kassem (Rise Up and Salute the Sun)

 And Spencer, the Cat Plant ( Scientia Cattus) has moved over to  a comfy chair. A chair that is there all season for him,when he visits,  in case his flowerpot is not to his liking......

 Hummingbirds still  come and go, and go and come to the feeder.  More so now, since blossoms are dwindling.

 Sunsets painted in gold and cream. Sometimes silver, copper, bronze, pink. Soaked in perfect hues.   And it is my favourite time of year....always my favourite. 

"Photographs capture a moment that's gone forever, impossible to reproduce..." -Karl Lagerfield

Smokey 2017