hello hope! the days here begin around zero celsius to ten celsius and rise to between fifteen and twenty celsius. soft. rainy and sometimes foggy. then somedays just the pure bliss of sunshine and cloudless skies that slowly fill with cloud art. steven
ahhh ruth - this weekend i get to spend some time cruising through back posts of your blog. i am so lost inside the work of teaching that getting out and about is beyond me. it'll return but for now i can't hold its slippery grasp. steven
linda sue that little leaf and all its sisters and brothers are out in the dark of night not fifteen feet away from me at this very moment with the rain pouring down on their little feathered bodies. steven
valerianna - this little fern seeded itself so it occupies a very special place in my affection for the little part of the earth i am living on and near!!! steven
yes.
ReplyDeletehow we sit like children on a carpet, fists beneath our chins, listening.
xo
erin
. . . or watching a slideshow from a brother's travels.
ReplyDeletebeautiful.... While driving to work yesterday, the hills south of Rochester seemed suddenly alive with color. did that happen overnight??
ReplyDeleteRick
Very clever Steven.
ReplyDeleteA story that captivates with every re-telling. Thanks for noticing lovely subtlties.
ReplyDeleteYES! Finally, my favorite time of year has arrived.
ReplyDeleteNow if only Mother Nature would turn down the heat a bit. :)
hello hope! the days here begin around zero celsius to ten celsius and rise to between fifteen and twenty celsius. soft. rainy and sometimes foggy. then somedays just the pure bliss of sunshine and cloudless skies that slowly fill with cloud art. steven
ReplyDeleterichard - it does captivate me that's for sure. i am never not thrilled by the colours. steven
ReplyDeleteweaver thankyou. simplicty demands the same. steven
ReplyDeleterick - one year i'd like to pass through rochester in the autumn and see the parks and the beaches and the downtown in a different light. steven
ReplyDeleteahhh ruth - this weekend i get to spend some time cruising through back posts of your blog. i am so lost inside the work of teaching that getting out and about is beyond me. it'll return but for now i can't hold its slippery grasp. steven
ReplyDeleteerin - i really admire the straight to the moment understanding you have. steven
ReplyDeleteOH MY that took my breath away! Whew! So beautiful!
ReplyDeletelinda sue that little leaf and all its sisters and brothers are out in the dark of night not fifteen feet away from me at this very moment with the rain pouring down on their little feathered bodies. steven
ReplyDeleteFern-whispered stories are very sacred!
ReplyDeletevalerianna - this little fern seeded itself so it occupies a very special place in my affection for the little part of the earth i am living on and near!!! steven
ReplyDeleteEven MORE sacred then... !
ReplyDeleteour senses never fail us in nature.
ReplyDeletemarvelous words, and image steven. may I also add that erin's words are every bit as magical.