There are shadows of autumn appearing in things around us. Each Saturday morning as I awake, I am greeted with this scene at the cottage. It looks as though a pastoral scene is going to greet me as I open our rolling blinds. Is there an elk in our garden this morning? It almost has a misty look of early morning in the countryside.
It is a shadow effect from a candle holder which stands in this window. It makes me stop and appreciate the beauty the sun coming into the window creates each morning. The sun turns my blind into a work of art. And is that a tree to the left?
No, it is the shadow of one of the Hydrangea paniculata (pluimhortensia) which stands just outside the window. You would swear it was a tree in this shadow.
We are seeing signs of autumn earlier this year. The pumpkins and gourds are for sale already at least two weeks ahead of the normal time. We arrived at Cranberry Cottage last Friday to find some beech tree leaves already laying like artwork sprinkled here and there in our garden. I even smelled autumn early this year. It is that lovely scent that rises from the woods along where the cottage lives. Cranberry Cottage is a place that to me does have a life very special to itself.
I long for the cooler days of autumn. Wrapping up in a quilt...wearing a warm sweater and scarf while we walk in the woods...searching for those magical toadstools...coming indoors afterwards to make a cup of real hot cacao to warm you inside. Ah! Autumn is the very best season!
"In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees,
gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down
and broke their tender limbs."
~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~