Several weeks ago we had a deep gloomy rain much of Monday, and I was not well. I "laid out" as we say down here, and just did a little work over e-mail, and one phone call I couldn't avoid. I slept some, which I hardly ever do during daylight (naps don't help me).
Then the late afternoon cleared, it was only in the high seventies (amazing for July) and the humidity was very low. Everything was bathed in the kind of light we get in my favorite season - autumn. My love and I ate dinner outside and looked at the gardens.
On the west side the light was kissing all the flowers in France and England, the beds in the front of the house, surrounding our outdoor living room. It set off this year's earliest spider flowers (also called cleome and grandpa's whiskers) here shown with our favorite white phlox "David." The spider flower will bloom almost all the way to frost, just getting taller and adding more buds on top until they look crazy.
The orange cosmos in our mailbox bed come back every year from their own seeds. We have to help, by sprinkling the seeds into the center of the bed every year, otherwise they would just spread outwards and the bed would be empty. The Japanese maple in the last photo we bought for $25 when it was about eighteen inches high. It's over ten feet tall, now, and I keep selecting the branches and shape, like a slow sculpture that I've been creating for a decade now.
After I took these shots, we went for a walk in the neighborhood, and I felt more relaxed and better than I have in a month. Peaceful. The light does it to me.
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