Saturday, September 12, 2015

Gathered and Wrapped

The way a favorite stopping place on the Rosetta road in the Lanark highlands looked a few weeks ago, golden bales of grain and rippling stubble, fully leafed trees along the perimeter of the field, blue skies and wispy clouds overhead...

Now the hay has been taken home to the barn, the stubble has faded, and all the trees are turning. Wild purple asters are blooming in the verges, but their companion weeds and grasses are going brown and scattering their seed to the wind.

There is a fog here most mornings in September.  Sometimes skies are blue a little later in the day, but more often, there is dense cloud and rain. No matter what though, the sunsets spectacular.  Beyond the trees is a valley that seems to go on and on forever, and its cedars, pines and spruces seem float in twilight.

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