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Sunday, September 22, 2013

A Glorious Morning


What a beautiful morning. 
About 7:00, the clouds diffused the early
 morning  sun giving everything a pink hue.



Even this weathered pole had a soft, warm glow. 



Jewelweed, browneyed Susans, phlox, asters and goldenrod.
Disorganized and weedy, a chaos of color, yet delightfully
 pretty in the early morning's light. The butterflies
 gracefully drifted about this buffet of  flowers, while
 hummingbirds performed aerial combat overhead
 for the rights to the nectar plants.


This feels just like the mood set in  a 
famous poem by Robert Browning:

Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his heaven--
All's right with the world!

Saturday, September 7, 2013