I have a friend who fishes in the early morning on the St Lawrence River. You can hear the magic of it when she talks about it. I think an early morning sunny garden has the same cool quiet magic. This morning it was 40 degrees and perfectly clear-blue sky-sunny when I stepped out to let out Mr Fluff who had just eaten too much and barfed all over the living-room floor. I stood there after taking in a deep breath of the sharp cool clean air and thought, I’ll try to capture some of this with the camera. But early morning fisherwomen and gardeners know–it isn’t really possible to capture the quiet, the calm, the peace. Still, I’m going to try!
In the back yard, the sun caught on the pink blossoms of the obedient plant.
But the northside gardens are still going full blast, with much of the colrs coming from annuals and, of course, that late summer garden stand-out, rudbeckia goldsturm.
It’s the little things sometimes that make a garden walk rewarding, like the sun hitting this little self-seeded cleome seedling growing (oops) in the path, next to a fallen pine cone. By evening this cone will be nothing but scraps, probably left stickily on the bench which is why the seat of my jeans always have pine sap on them from where the squirrels left their table scraps!
Today is Saturday, and I am going on a little excursion to Watertown with my new bicycle. I’m going to cycle the short nature path there, have a bike rack and a few other do-dads put on the bike at the shop where I bought it, and treat myself to lunch at the Mustard Seed health food store cafe.