Cut Flowers
As summer begins to fade around these parts and the bees start to attack the bamboo blooms, it's time to be thinking autumn. I hate to do that, but I've got enough of the realist blood in me to say it's true. There are other signs. The small leaves of the tree, that holds one end of the clothesline, have been fluttering to the ground since the winds came at the start of the week. The grass, that I almost believe I moved each week in July and August, is really taking its time to make work for me. It's been almost two weeks since I fired up the lawn tractor to take the 11/2 hour trip around the yard. The dragonflies have invaded our yard. Seemingly, dive-bombing us as we leave the back door. By 4 PM the back deck is devoid of the warm steady sun of even 2 weeks ago. Finally, I checked the covered woodpile out back yesterday, and the drying wood whispered the words, "we are ready". It has the 'smell' too. I know that aroma well. Autumn is on its way to us. The harbinger of the not too distant flakes of snow.
"Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry"
Simon and Garfunkel
These are nice signs to observe.
ReplyDeleteHere in Israel it has been so hot and so dry for so long that I can hardly wait for a change to less boring weather.
The world tells a lot of things to the one who knows to read and listen ..I LOVE your today's picture, very poetic.
ReplyDeletej'aime bien les vieilles fioles qui ont servis de pots de fleurs
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your observations in your lovely rural environment. Me, I LOVE this time of year that gives hints of crisp fall energy & winter...I'm going to the country today, it will be nice to think of your observations there...
ReplyDeleteSay it ain't so Birdman!!!
ReplyDeletePretty soon, no more new drink concoctions on the deck with the surroundings of our beautiful gardens. Sitting out there with my Birdman is one of my favorite things of the summer.
Making the shift to settling in by the woodstove with hot tea instead takes a bit of doing initially.
But watching the first snowfall from our family room windows, warm and cozy is nice, too.
I think.......
you make it all sound lovely, though.
ReplyDeleteWatching, smelling, and listening for signs of a changing season is part of our outdoor conversation. All summer it has been wondering how many inches of rain we will get this afternoon. Now with the lingering hurricane it has turned to wonder if it will exceed our water gauge before we can note and empty it.
ReplyDeleteAutumn? We will know it has arrived when we quit worrying about "disturbances" in the Gulf - hah!
Bises,
Genie
Very nice shot. I love Fall, so I am ready for it.
ReplyDeleteLovely shot, with the glass and light. I too love the crispness and scent of fall.
ReplyDeleteIt's the darkness just after 8 pm that tells me that autumn is coming!
ReplyDeleteI hate to see the warmth of summer go, but there are compensations like fresh garden vegetables, crisp mornings, and the light improves. My lawn is covered with fallen leaves this morning. With our drought we should have an early fall.
ReplyDeleteWell said, brother. And I know those scenes you describe so well.
ReplyDeleteAs we grow older, they grow sweeter with time. I'm with ya!
Lakeland Checks In!
I think you hasten the season's change too soon. Enjoy the summer while it lasts, and welcome Autumn in its time, not before.
ReplyDeleteYour description makes it sound almost "romantic" BUT... I know better. After autumn, you know what happens next!!
ReplyDeleteOh you have to enjoy autumn Birdman, it's wonderful..and spring, the two best seasons.
ReplyDeleteFantastic image of shapes, shadows and color.
ReplyDeleteAh, that wood whispering to you . . . there's a story in that (as there is in just about everything you notice.)
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