17 September 2009
Sumac grows with reckless abandon along the roadsides and in wooded areas in Nova Scotia. Its leaves are some of the earliest to change colour, putting on a brilliant, crimson show at its peak. You can see the kaleidoscope of colours in these branches that are just beginning to turn.
“…The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer,
Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life
Within the solemn woods…”
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
3 September 2009
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” – George Eliot
2 September 2009
12 February 2009
“You cannot forget if you would those golden kisses all over the cheeks
of the meadow, queerly called dandelions.” - Henry Ward Beecher
This photo was taken last May 18 on farmland just a few miles from town. May 18?! That seems like an eternity away, doesn’t it? Well, it does to those of us who have endured what feels like the longest winter of our lives.
Daydreaming helps. I thought this morning that if I ever have a property with the space to support it, I would definitely plant a wildflower meadow garden. On my former property, there were 4+ acres to play with — as much or as little as wanted could have been planted this way. It is, of course, possible to plant a wildflower garden in any bed. But I’m thinking of a meadow-like space that one could amble through on breezy summer days. A place where you could lie down and watch the clouds float by. A field, awash with colour, that would sway and dance in the wind.
Such as this…
(Flickr photo by polandeze)
Or this…
(Flickr photo by kyleandkelly)
Or this…
(Flickr photo by baxterclaws)
A place to think, read, write, be…a place to dream, amid the flutter of wings.
(This post was also published at Soliloquy.)
9 February 2009
“And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come,
To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home;
When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still,
And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill,
The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore,
And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.”
- William Cullen Bryant
Just a short post to thank those of you who have bookmarked this blog and continue to check in from time to time. It’s been a long winter here in Nova Scotia, but Spring is just around the corner and I hope to capture her in her finest. With more seasonable weather will come more frequent posts — until then, thanks for your continued interest!
