Wednesday, October 31, 2012

What is is change.

Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.  -Edwin Teale

I went out into the misty autumn morning to find fine threads laced in and out among flower petals and fence rails. 


The only sun was in the form of letters labeling the Sunsugar tomato.
Unless you count the few remaining mini-globes of golden fruit.





But in the midst of leaves turning brown, under skies cast over with grey, the last flowers were even more obvious in their brilliance. So I gave them the attention they wanted.


A few Cécile Brunner roses had come out, a few miniature roses....










But the salvia blooms are in the thousands. The party they seem to be celebrating has clearly just begun.

7 comments:

Victoria said...

that spiderweb is fantastic!

Jo said...

My mother used to take us out in the early morning to look at dew on spiderwebs..

Farm Girl said...

Lovely photos and what a pretty spider web. I noticed all of the moisture this morning. It won't be long now when the fog comes to stay.

Jeannette said...

Change...yes...and our ability ( obedience ?) to flow along with it.

Gumbo Lily said...

Intricacy and beauty -- the Creator fascinates me.

Thistle Cove Farm said...

"change is the only constant" or words to that effect as Heraclitus said...probably spelled his name wrong but am waiting for a plane and don't want to check.
bless you, Gretchen...bless you.

Left-Handed Housewife said...

This is such a great time of year for spiderwebs! Thanks for sharing your pictures--they're lovely!

xofrances