Fogamar, “of wind and abundance,” Old Irish for this season we call autumn. It’s the perfect word for our annual shift from daylong predictable sunlight to those interesting grays and shifting breezes, and the occasional convergence zone with its furious rains and towering charcoal cumuli.
Convergence-zone rain over Puget Sound
When we first met our new home a few months ago, the air was lilac-laden, dizzying in its sweetness. The blooms were fading by the time we moved in at the beginning of August, and by a couple of weeks ago the tall shrubs were looking pretty bedraggled, with shriveled brown seedheads sticking above the brown-edged green leaves.
But oh, they are beloved by the birds. Continue reading
Posted in Autumn, Mysteries, meditations, musings, Plants, Seasons, Trees
Tagged "apple tree", aging, apple, autumn, lilac, orchard, spirituality in nature
Every year in late January or early February, we seem to get a week or so of lovely weather: sunny skies, temperatures in the 50’s that lure us out into the forest or onto the beach. And every year I succumb to the hope that spring is really on its way early this year, that the abiding gray will give way to blue, that the scent of moist air will get its floral infusion in February instead of April. Continue reading
Posted in Lincoln Park, Plants, Seasons
Tagged attention, dew, dewdrop, early spring, hellebore, mold, natural history, water, winter, witch hazel