Connecticut is a land of two seasons: the snow season and the monsoon season. One ends where the other begins. This year, we have had rains that have not merely fallen to the ground and found their own level. We have had, instead, a series of deluges that have consumed us and swept away the various levels that once made our landscape familiar. We live in a flood plain, and that's about it. Monsoon season has continued even as summer has moved on little cat feet into autumn. Our colors are slow in coming, though the fading light has shown some of Indian summer's beauty in a new way. I went for a walk early Sunday morning to get a look at some of this.



From October 2, 2011

Here we have wild carrot emerging from the soft earth even as the blossoms that preceded it have closed into crunchy, brown knots.

From October 2, 2011

Then we have good old butter-and-eggs back for a dew-laden encore.
From October 2, 2011

These formerly fuzzy guys had that just-out-of-the-shower look.
From October 2, 2011

I imagine this corn will be saved for the less-discriminating eaters in the neighborhood.

That's a little bit of Sunday morning sunshine for you on this happy Monday. There is magic in this place and a scarecrow pointing to the right direction.  Only go there.  Hear the music.  Enjoy the week!

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