Thoughts on How We See Our Gardens in the Fall Light

I did this watercolor. It is how I see Japanese iris...

I was a bit bored, "under the weather", which is not true, as the weather this October has been glorious and I am surely not just short of "glorious". But I have been battling every germ known to our kind, exposed to literally a petri dish of virus and bacteria on a daily basis in the form of subbing at school and those four handsome young boys who are my nephews. I have had a fever which has now broke, and a chesty cough, but at least not the vomiting my brother has suffered.

I ran into them shopping with their mom.

On Things Seen and Unseen

Shimmering, it seemed alive...

At first the erratic glow seemed other worldly...

Maybe a dimensional shift, a gap in the fabric of the universe...

The refraction of light in just such a way off my brimming bowl as I watered my potted plants...

...and the dapple of shade mixing with the light.  I had never experienced in quite this way in this location.  It was unexpected, unplanned, and treasured.  A few moments of the refracting light having journeyed over eight light minutes through space to the earth as it  reached a peculiar point in the summer sky, playing tag with the neighboring house's ridge line and leaves moving slightly in the wind.

 Maybe...the light is alive, and on a joy ride...