Ah, autumn. My favorite time of year. The humidity of summer has evaporated. Even if the days are hot, the longer nights are cooling. My maple tree in front is tinged with red. However, without a frost I don't believe this is a good thing for I read only the trees not completely healthy have vivid leaves before cold weather. When we were in grade school my friends and I would gather the most brilliant red, gold, and orange leaves. Nancy's mother would melt a block of paraffin in a cut down coffee can. Regular Van Goghs, we would take our old brushes from paint-by-number kits and quickly coat the leaves with the melted wax.
Earlier this year I was worried about the absence of the bees. They never did appear. I did see a lone bee or two but never a honey bee. Then, the white butterfly bush which would be covered with monarchs had only a handful of visitors. The hummingbirds were at the feeder. Now, with it put away for some time the hummers are visiting the yellow gold nasturtiums in the pots. I still worry about the scarceness of our pollinators.
Hubby and I took a fabulous trip to Canada, to a remote island owned by a friend. It was a cherished gift and I found it totally interesting to see how I fell into a different rhythm without tv, computer, phone, lights, etc, etc, for over a week. I could actually just BE instead of always DOing.
Here's a photo of the lake. Pristine and untouched. Clear and deep. In Mother Nature's intended condition. And, no, I won't tell you where it is!
