One of my favorite views — from the driveway, across our skinny front yard, out to the wetland and the ridge beyond.
Shot this morning. The fog is clearing, the view is good.
5 thoughts on “Borrowed scenery”
Looks like a painting.
Brenda
You garden in a great space and your pictures convey this in a way woods can not.
I recognize not just the change of season but the expansion of feeling and freedom that exist for you there in your garden as it relates to its surroundings and the world at large. Always a pleasure to visit.
New Weather
Mist came up as a man’s hand.
Fog lifted as a woman’s shawl.
Fair weather rode in with a blue oath.
One large cloud bellied in a white wind.
Two new winds joined for weather.
Splinters of rain broke out of the west.
Blue rains soaked in a lowland loam.
The dahlia leaves are points of red.
Bees roam singing in the buckwheat.
Russet and gold are the wheatstraws.
Forgotten bells fade and change.
Forgetful bells fill the air.
Fog shawls and mist hands come again.
New weather weaves new garments.
Carl Sandburg
oops that should be words not woods…I should learn to edit before entering…Gloria
Hiya Craig,
That is what I love best in garden blogs: seeing the actual garden and outlook.
It is like coming over for a visit. The rain drops on the cotoneaster and the bit of light beige from the field in the distance.
I find myself wondering about the metal structure….gate? Z-bed? Cattle grid?
That metal structure is actually a small pergola made from pressure treated wood. It’s weathered from that awful green to a nice gray.
Looks like a painting.
Brenda
You garden in a great space and your pictures convey this in a way woods can not.
I recognize not just the change of season but the expansion of feeling and freedom that exist for you there in your garden as it relates to its surroundings and the world at large. Always a pleasure to visit.
New Weather
Mist came up as a man’s hand.
Fog lifted as a woman’s shawl.
Fair weather rode in with a blue oath.
One large cloud bellied in a white wind.
Two new winds joined for weather.
Splinters of rain broke out of the west.
Blue rains soaked in a lowland loam.
The dahlia leaves are points of red.
Bees roam singing in the buckwheat.
Russet and gold are the wheatstraws.
Forgotten bells fade and change.
Forgetful bells fill the air.
Fog shawls and mist hands come again.
New weather weaves new garments.
Carl Sandburg
oops that should be words not woods…I should learn to edit before entering…Gloria
Hiya Craig,
That is what I love best in garden blogs: seeing the actual garden and outlook.
It is like coming over for a visit. The rain drops on the cotoneaster and the bit of light beige from the field in the distance.
I find myself wondering about the metal structure….gate? Z-bed? Cattle grid?
That metal structure is actually a small pergola made from pressure treated wood. It’s weathered from that awful green to a nice gray.
I like gray.