Postponement

After many weeks of cloudless summer skies, October brought more character.

Suddenly aeroplanes were rushing off in all directions.

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It was as if people wanted to be anywhere but here.

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Shorter days mean I get to greet the dawn.

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As much as I enjoy longer days, there are benefits to those that are briefer.

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Early mist on the 12th soon burned off.

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It turned into another nice day.

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We took the scenic route to Greenwich for an update on Fall.

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At the weir, the Batten Kill was as low as we’d ever seen it, despite recent rainfall.

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Fly Creek that flows into it was hardly flowing at all.

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We stopped for a look at a grouping of trees that often make a pretty picture.

They seemed not to be on the same page vis a vis the season.

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Looking across the fields to the house, it didn’t look like Fall at all.

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Yet when we turned off onto our road, Winter seemed to have arrived.

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By mid afternoon, the weather was on the change…

The sky was bruised and sulky at 5 pm.

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An hour later it no longer sulked. It had pulled itself together to become plain threatening.

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And this was 0930 the following morning.

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But the full day of rain we were supposed to get was called off before 11’o’clock.

Postponed until – next week? (maybe)