This was not a good morning to sleep in. If I had slept in, I would have missed the fog and the early morning sunlight shining on the dew in the meadows, turning the spider webs into spun gold. Even Rumplestiltskin couldn’t have done it better.
I woke up early this morning, and found it foggy outside. The pond was barely visible from up at the house. While the rest of the folks in the house were just beginning to stir, I went outside to see what kind of treasures the fog and dew had helped to create.
(Garden spider and her web.)
I went out for a short walk on Sunday just to see what’s happening around the pond these days. The goldenrod is blooming, leaves are starting to detach from the willow trees and fly with the wind, and the birds are beginning to gather together in great flocks.
Our late-blooming sunflowers are opening. A pair of doves living in the spruce tree near the sunflowers are teaching their young one to fly so it can leave the nest and go out on its own.
There are butterflies dancing all over the place, moving from flower to flower and color to color on their way to wherever the butterflies go when they migrate.
The days are still warm but you can feel the change in the air, the coming of autumn. Nights are getting a little cooler. The canning and freezing season is in full force now, Mother Nature providing us with the bounty to get through another winter.
In other news…
I am breathing new life back into Bountiful Healing (my other blog). In Choosing a sunflower I explain some of my reasons why. Please join me over there from time to time. And don’t be surprised if I eventually go back to BH as my primary blog.