Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.
- William Wordsworth, September
I came home from work Friday evening and walked around the garden, thinking of all the chores I had planned for the weekend. I had my camera in hand, thinking I might take a picture or two of flowers or plants that haven't been totally disfigured by whatever is eating holes in so many leaves. But what I wanted to capture on film wasn't a plant, it was the light. The late afternnon light has begun to change as September approaches. It makes me feel peaceful and wistful and sentimental. Though, it's not something the camera can adequately record, the light is what I tried to photograph -
I especially love the way the light filters through the trees.
Mums are budding - I should be seeing blooms soon.
These dogwood leaves have already turned - maybe the dogwood is as eager for autumn as I am.
The lone coreopsis bloom. I'm hoping for another flush of blooms before they fade away.
The zinnias are standing tall. I sowed some seeds late and the birds are eating the blooms even before they open. (Notice the light through the trees in the background.)
The sun had almost set when I took this picture, but I couldn't resist taking a picture of the moonflower blooms.
The temperature won't feel a thing like fall this week - the forecast calls for temperatures in the upper 90s with no rain. But September will be here and cool, crisp air can't be too far in the future!
