Morning greetings from our misty mountains!
We’re feeling blessed by these cool, late summer mornings.
joining The View From Right Here for Weekly Top Shot
“The mountain remains unmoved by its seeming defeat by the mists.”
~ Robert Penn Warren
“Spring has returned.
The earth is like a child that knows poems.”
~Ranier Maria Rilke
Not quite sure if you can see it or not, but there is a slight hint of red in our mountains, a sure sign that spring is finally arriving. Flocks of starlings are flying through, coltsfoot are blooming by the roadside, bluebirds are back at the nest boxes and maple tree buds are swelling.
Approaching the big turn at Bellview, it was such a treat to catch the sunshine breaking through for a moment. The way it illuminated the side of the mountain and the frosted pines made our hearts swell. This county road twists and turns, up and down, and in just a few minutes we were travelling a few yards below those frosted pine trees… following the road as it winds towards home.
The snow and wind paused just long enough to grant us a couple days of sunshine. Sunday arived in a most glorious manner. Let us share with you a winter sunrise as it comes to the pasture and makes its way into the mountains.
“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.”
~ John Burroughs
We’re enjoying such beautiful fall color in the mountains.
Hope your autumn is every bit as lovely.
joining Madge at The View From Right Here for her 1st Anniversary of Weekly Top Shot
“Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?” ~ Hal Borland
Change is coming to the mountains.
response to week one of the thirteen weeks of autumn
the solstice to solstice project with urban.prairie.forest
white mist rises from the hollow
as if a plume of smoke
into a fog that moves across the meadow
and slowly encloses the farm
in a veil of moist white air
response to week twelve of the thirteen weeks of summer
the solstice to solstice project with Sarah Jean at urban.prairie.forest
“How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!”
~ John Muir