September 19th, 2010

laszlo moholy-nagy_chx


The nights are cooling faster now, and I keep forgetting to close the windows before the house gets chilly. Well, at least I cane bake things now without worrying about overheating the kitchen. Portia doesn't seem to mind the chilliness. She's been staying out later each night. Some nights she doesn't come back in until after midnight. If being out in the cold reduces her shedding, I'm all for it, as long as she doesn't get into fights.

There could be rain tomorrow. A September rain is always nice. It wills often the ground for digging, and I've got some potatoes that have eyes on them so I'm thinking of planting them. I've never tried growing potatoes before, and have no idea how they'd do here, but it would be shame to waste all those eyes. They'll watch me reproachfully if I do, I'm sure.
caillebotte_man at his window


A few showers can open a day like a flower blooming. The sun-splashed clouds gave the sky form, and then shared just enough of their own to deepen all the colors of the earth and release its fragrances. Each shower played the leaves, and then the sun's return would fill the trees with glittering light. Drying pavement changed shades like the clouds, then the clouds would darken them again.

All afternoon the world was at play. Night sent the play to the sky. The waxing moon now glows while veils dim and brighten it, borrowing its light for their slow dance, as they are drawn by a wind too distant to hear, that never stirs the dark trees. Here the damp persists, though no showers have fallen since dusk. The crickets chirp and cicadas buzz. All else is silence. Autumn has begun to enfold summer the way the clouds enfold the moon.

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