a time of mists and webs
strung across
tapestry meadows
goldenrod, curly dock, aster
fleabane, jewelweed, lady's bedstraw
generous milkweed and joe pye weed
in the wet spots
autumn's crooked finger
beckons,
inevitable.
we're almost done making the transition
from this old blogger site
to the new square space place
only,
i still haven't figured it all out.
so, once over there,
i will send a link
and a little video surprise,
a thank you for your patience
with this old papermaker.
What a beautiful post xx
ReplyDeletethank you louise, it really is the BEST time of year in the north country. right now it's still warm during the days, cooler at night, perfect for sleeping.
ReplyDeletethe beautiful long light of autumn
ReplyDeletemo, angles and curiosity about the movements beginning, migrations and hoardings: autumn.
ReplyDeleteArachne has been busy, beautiful webs.
ReplyDeletejean, no wonder weavers get so tired...
ReplyDeleteoh my goodness - those golden webs - they startle me into something huge and beautiful x
ReplyDeletejudy, of course, they were quietly waiting.
ReplyDeleteHi V - so much beautiful and restful and inspiring imagery - so good to be surrounded by it. Go well. B
ReplyDeletebarry, we both seem to look at the sky and spider webs with enthusiasm short of addiction!
ReplyDeleteSo Beautiful....You are a good month ahead of us. Beauty beauty beauty...
ReplyDeletebryan, a whole month? well, it's a harsh climate here. but beautiful as you say.
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