seasons

queen anne's lace going to seed

I wonder what will I photograph in winter ? Ice and snow and white and blues. Iridescence and sparkling and cold. Turns out I do love the Summer and this time of year. MLou was right (yet again). I had convinced myself that I loved the Winter almost best. That I craved that blanket of early darkness, that I couldn't wait for Autumn. To tuck myself in early every night and hide away in my brick den and wait happily for Spring, curled up by the fire with Miss D and les chats. To stroll the streets of this little village bundled up in fleece and down, Miss D and I, under the stars and moon instead of our usual dawn and dusk.

Having Dennis, who mows my lawn, has made a huge difference in how I feel about Summer. Summer can so easily completely overwhelm me. The soil that surrounds this old brick house must be very fertile because things, every thing, grows with an exuberance that's quite spectacular. All around us homes have neat and tidy yards, they're tamed and then there's us - a giant patch of vivid green, tangled and unruly wildness. If I lived out in the country it wouldn't matter so much. Each late Spring along with the tulips and daffodils, when things are just coming to life, I kid myself I'll manage, I'll finally tame this beast and then by July it's as if overnight the yard and gardens have taken over and I hang my white flag and dream of going outside and lying down in the grass, freshly mowed by Dennis ... and just lying there hoping and waiting for Prince heavy machinery to arrive ...
to save us.

It is one very good thing about Winter, my self consciousness about our mad jungle retreats once again - tucked away in the den along with us. As I watch, smell and feel Autumn rushing toward us I do feel sad that Summer's over. I want the days to slow down now, to crawl along please.