The week after the fall back to Eastern Standard Time is always such an eye-opener. So early comes the late, mid-day the evening time. One sunny day that week I spent an hour picturing the ravine and creek until the sunshine was beyond the ridge and the creek was all in shade.
Although well into November, the air was warm and still and in the open the sun had hours yet to shine, a perfect day for a chat with my neighbor, Walt, and to visit his pond. He doesn’t get to his pond as easily anymore, so after a brief chat on the driveway off I went.
From the spillway with the sun at my back, the
water was calm and perfectly still. While walking around the pond, a stand of poplars, against the deep blue north sky, looked as if in reflection. Looking up seemed as looking down, sky seemed as water.
The ornamental grasses are at their finest in the fall, reflected in the water or catching sun rays reflected white or transmitted almost orange aglow.
High, thin clouds were moving in as the afternoon wore on. The reflections were ideal, but time was a concern, an hour or so at the pond, then I was back on the patio with Walt to talk the day away.
2 comments:
I love the reflections of the trees in that pond! And the light coming through the plumes of that grass!!!
There is nothing like fall reflecting in a pond and chance to talk to a neighbor...Lovely...
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