September and a whole new world
Gone are the bright mornings of summer. Here are the foggy, rosy, mythical mornings of King Arthur and Robin Hood.
Walk down the lane with me this morning. Can’t you just picture the dragon stirring in the mist?
The cow parsnip has gone to seed and the sturdy stems snag dawdling spiders in their travels.
Walking quietly thru the copse means sighting bunnies, a pheasant and a deer, who don’t see me till I’m really close.
The sun is trying to burn off the fog but it doesn’t have enough energy yet. This is good. I want this quiet daydream to last.
Jewels everywhere. Do you also look for perfect orb webs with dew?
Breakfast…cool morning bramble berries.
Look at this beauty!
I love these mornings.
danadampier
Oh my goodness… I love it! Your posts and pics feel me with warmth!
Veronica
I’m so glad Dana. When I post shots of ruins I always think of you. 🙂
Lara Britt
I love ruins too. But what I love most is the juxtaposes of bright colors with drab, modern with ancient, natural with manufactured…the architecture of the spider new and fresh dew-dripping next to the old man-made fencing. Thank you as always for this early morning walk with you.
Veronica
Aw thank you Lori. One thing I love about the Cotswolds is that the stone houses are under protection so owners cannot just build anyway they please. The modern inserted into the old stone is wonderful.
Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
This was so beautifully done. Love the photographs. I am so glad it will soon cool down at least a little.
Veronica
Thank you Jo Ann. I’m happy it’ll cool down too. I love the fall and sweaters and open fires and harvests and all the good stuff. 🙂
Sabra Bowers
I adore foggy mornings or evenings. I also love spider webs and have a lot around my house in the autumn. Interesting, I wrote a short poem some years back about a misty morning and that I felt I could sense Robin Hood and his merry men. Your post makes me want to find that poem. Love you blog…which you already know.