As Hen and I made our way into the Cove, not even the drop in temperature or the strong winds could dampen my spirits. We celebrated the much needed sun with breakfast at Honey’s (http://www.honeydoughnuts.com/about-us) then walked down to the pier being drawn out and out by the navy mountains with their dusting of snow and the long bank of clouds that lay draped over the evergreens, too lazy with the sun on its back to allow the strong winds to take it any further.
I am looking at a flat gray sky at 2 0’clock in the afternoon as my son sleeps soundly in my lap, exhausted from his ridiculously early mornings all week. I am not a morning person, so that giant mug of coffee in my favorite, one-of-a-kind, hand-made green mug is my life-line:) But, apparently, there are a few advantages to waking up at stupid hours. This was what we saw as our son woke us with loving slaps in the face the other morning at 5:45.
…don’t seem far away with the weather turning cooler and the rain setting in. Although the summer was brief and half-ass I have to say that autumn is the season that seems charged with the most excitement for me. Is it the anticipation of pumpkin pie ( my favorite dessert), the approach of Halloween (certainly a time that seems to awaken a primal, animal energy); or is it the sensation of everything settling deeper, those memories that are more sensual than anything surfacing: the feel of a mug full of hot chocolate almost too hot to hold, the smell of dark, wet earth as you walk through a forest turning gold and red(New England when I was 13), the first scent of snow on a cold morning (please let it snow this year!). And, of course, all of the great coats and boots that you reluctantly put away as summer approached because, lets face it, there is nothing sexier than a pair of killer boots:D
Sun flowers and pumpkin flowers to bide the summer farewell and welcome the fall.
I took these a couple weeks ago on our way down to the beach. There is this garden that is always teeming with flowers that are allowed to grow exactly as they please. I don’t know who owns the garden but I have been tempted to knock on the door and offer them some of the pictures I’ve taken of their wild garden as a sort of tribute and thank you for the pleasure of walking by it and having such beautiful subject matter.
On this particular occasion the garden was crawling with these flying ants. Fascinating and just a little creepy as they very quickly covered our legs if we stood too close. I guess the colony is on the move.