Wednesday, November 03, 2010


The most beautiful of days after a rough night.
Fall glows in our garden
Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.
- Edwin Way Teale

layers of color
The garden marches on and the season shows itself on the most gorgeous of blue sky days. Windows are open, breeze blows, may be the last day of the year like this. Fleeting. Seasonal. Now. Breathing it all in.
the trees begin to turn

1 comment:

A Lewis said...

What an amazing, beautiful day. I took it as a sort of soothing of our souls. I was looking at the moon in the dark sky early this morning -- it made me happy.