a chronicling of the daily delight at the minutean level
Thursday, September 30, 2010
spring, schming
I do not care what love-addled poets may say about spring's blossoms; there is nothing more exhilarating than the zing and crispness of the autumnal air.
Wow - that sidewalk full of grasses and flowers is something else.
One thing we really seem to lose here early on is the ...size of the plants. Withering and dropping and wizening take place so, so fast -- but then, it's already been so cold we've had snow forecast once. It bounces back and forth, though. Strange, strange weather this year.
Wow - that sidewalk full of grasses and flowers is something else.
ReplyDeleteOne thing we really seem to lose here early on is the ...size of the plants. Withering and dropping and wizening take place so, so fast -- but then, it's already been so cold we've had snow forecast once. It bounces back and forth, though. Strange, strange weather this year.