Jack Frost and I were both out early this morning. I found his mark on low-growing shrubs and grasses, on withered clover and damp stones.
After too many days of heavy rain this week’s forecast promises sun and warmth. Ah, but nighttime, that’s a different story. Old Man Frost is lurking around the edges, biding his time. Winter’s harbinger.
September 13, 2016
The Lens and I 
Lovely photos Sally! Missed you 🙂
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Thanks, JP. I’ve missed doing this too. 🙂
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Beautiful, Sally. It is also nice to see you back here 🙂
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Thanks very much, Pete. I’ve missed it too. Been a summer of unexpected happenings. (Like your new gravatar!)
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You are welcome, Sally. I hope the happenings have settled down now. Why, thank you 🙂
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it is nice to see you. Honestly, you can’t imagine how other-worldly your photos seem to someone still in the temperatures of summer. They’re not only beautiful, they made me thirsty!
On the other hand, the first osprey showed up yesterday in the marina where I’m working, and he was on the same perch today. They usually begin arriving about two weeks before the first true cold front (down to 70, maybe?!) I have my fingers crossed.
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It’s so nice to hear from you, Shoreacres … yes, colder days are coming. But between now and then, there will also be golden warmth and perhaps a spectacular Indian Summer. Ospreys are one of my favourite birds … enjoy their company while they are with you!
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