Autumn mornings here are foggy. It seems, on first glance, that we are in for another cloudy day. A consultation with online weather reveals that it’s supposed to be clear. Then you realize that the hillside across the street is shrouded in mystery.
By ten o’clock the fog will have burned away and the day will indeed be sunny. Okay, the real reason for this post is I just really like these photos and wanted to share them with you. They were taken by my son Justin, who wanted a better background for his computer’s virtual desktop. (In my day, they called it wallpaper, but I’ve never seen wallpaper like this.) Justin is eleven. Digital cameras, so easy a child can use them. Here’s another one I like:
Now, the digging and dividing of perennials, the general autumn cleanup and the planting of spring bulbs are all an act of faith. One carries on before the altar of delayed gratification, until the ground freezes and you can’t do any more other than refill the bird feeder and gaze through the window, waiting for the snow. . . . Meanwhile, it helps to think of yourself as a pear tree or a tulip. You will blossom spectacularly in the spring, but only after the required period of chilling.
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