“Any person, brought into the presence of this fact, stops for a few moments and remains pensive and silent; and then generally leaves, carrying with him forever a sharper, keener sense of our incessant motion through space. ” – Leon Foucault
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And so it was this morning, as I sipped my morning coffee on the balcony. The air, still untouched by the heat of the sun, was filled with the happy chitter of sparrows, friends we haven’t seen much all summer. Crickets chirped, cicadas whined; but when you close your eyes and become very still, their boisterous chorus becomes part of the background.
Chickadees chastised the cat (who laid contentedly in the shade of a planter) anxious to take a morning dip in their bird bath.
There are hints of Autumn all around, such as the gold-orange colour on the maple tree.
Some blooms appear tattered and tired…frayed around the edges and bug worn.
But still Nature pushes forward, as though she is reluctant to succumb to the passage of days.
My Better Boy tomato plant formed only four tomatoes, the result of two tropically windy weekends and, perhaps, overzealous fertilizing. :-/ I’m amazed (and happy!) that these three continue to grow in size and show a hint of ripening, despite a nasty split in their supporting stem.