“The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.”
You would never know it was August, here in Williamsburg, without consulting a calender.
We have embarked upon another stretch of cool, moist, overcast days. It is wonderfully fresh outside.
Good sleeping weather, actually, and we count ourselves fortunate that our garden remains well watered without our assistance.
We have enjoyed the garden today, in short bursts, between showers.
How satisfying to see it is growing just as winter’s imagination promised.
Cooler, moister days give us vibrantly deep color in petal and leaf.
Leaves grow into gigantic versions of their springtime selves.
Layer upon layer of life shimmers with rain-glow today; almost as if we were suddenly transported to the beautiful Northwest, or the magical gardens of the British Isles, from the view out of the window !
Our hummingbirds have grown plump and sassy.
Every view punctuated with nectar rich flowers, they drink their fill, then pause on a handy branch to survey it all.
And we watch them, and talk to them like pets.
Who knew August could be so lovely in Virginia?
We have been blessed with the sort of comfortable day which finds one reaching for those favorite jeans, a cup of coffee, and a good book.
“A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds.”
Sir Francis Bacon
Photos by Woodland Gnome 2014