Despite the heat of summer’s lingering kiss, we’re starting to feel those first breaths of Autumn on the back of our once sweaty necks. And I’m not sure how that makes me feel, sad for the loss of summer, but looking forward to some cooler days, and nights.
It started with a whisper
It’s in the whisper of fresh air pushing its way through open windows in the night, and more noticeably during the day.
Mornings with their clear light revealing shimmering drifting petals fading from a summer of relentless heat. Leaves starting to turn, let go, move on, down towards the grass littering with intent.
There’s color leaching from the maple’s leaves, always the first to succumb to the subtle changes that mark the end of summer. You can see the colors changing through the images on my Instagram feed.
While the rest of the garden is looking as refreshed after a stunning set of rainy days as a person after a good vacation. Sunflowers standing taller, reaching with everything they have to produce just one more stem before their demise. The dahlia that never did greening up, budding with the cooler days.
Birds shedding feathers, tiny gifts of transparent fluff from the Flickers and Quail, and the larger treasures left behind by the Crows with their dark toothed shine of blue-green metallic glimmers.
We notice the absence of pheasants more by the lack of echoing screeches through the fields. Phil the flirt not seen since spring, his harem of hens never bothered to stop by with the babies, it makes me sad and concerned.
Even the quail have been gone since their birth announcement.
The Pileated woodpeckers have a new addition to their family, now fully grown into a teenager, scarlet head bobbing as it clings to the tree trunk bellowing at the parents for food. Three red-headed woodpeckers in one spot, it’s a sight…but I dare not scare them away, so no photographs…you will have to take my word for it.
It’s beautiful to see them together after worrying that the one that hit the window last year wasn’t going to make it. We don’t have the stunning scarlet clothed Cardinals of back east, our birds save for the Steller Jays are mostly made of muted colors. So a flash of color from the underside of a Flickers wing, or the red of a robin catches our eye.
The light laughed
This summer the Lime Light hydrangea with light shimmering through it was the perfect choice for my header. In it the light laughs…shimmers, soars, dances all year long, but in summer it really shines. Have you noticed it yet?
I’ve been slogging away at the multitude of old posts hiding out in the background of this blog. There were over 1000 posts migrated when I moved, it’s down to 920 or so, I expected some glitches and there they are old posts with missing images after an update, broken links, and content that needs to be updated.
It’s like opening up old family photograph albums, a record of how eager we were to move up here, and what the Boo was up to. Simple joyous happenings, but I have no idea how I managed to post every day.
The way we look at blogging has changed drastically in the last few years, change may make us uncomfortable, but it’s good to move forward, learn new things. It’s also important to improve our skills especially our writing, and photography so we can present our very best to our readers keeping them engaged, and as excited as we are about blogging.
I’m not saying you have to monetize, or change up your blog radically, start sending out email newsletters, and learning everything about SEO if you don’t want to, but improving your skills will make you an engaging blogger with interesting content for your readers.
That’s how we build a community that is continuing to grow and evolve instead of stagnating, Laura from Simple Serene Living wrote about it here.
The movement towards improvement has enhanced personal blogs too, and they’re evolving into fascinating renditions of intriguing writing, and amazing photography that is welcomed into inboxes all over.
I’ve signed up for a free blogging course given by Barb at Keeping Up With The Times starting on September 29th. Barb’s a fellow Canadian, and an amazing photographer be sure to check out her blog, and her Instagram feed that will have you drooling.
I’m up for it, are you?
I have a “proper” camera bag, it’s big padded and brown, it shouts “I’m serious about this photography thing,” great for camera protection, but oh so boring. Nothing screams “ack she has a camera in there” more than a huge padded rectangle shaped camel colored bulging bag….it’s even has velcro!
Besides being supremely awkward, “oh the teenage years again” I love it for storage of my lens but don’t really want to take it on a date.
Enter the sleek, luscious, “it’s real love this time” faux ostrich carry all/camera bag. I found it at the hospital gift shop while visiting my Dad hard to believe that a place that stocks candy bars, and knitted booties would sell anything wonderful like that.
It’s the color of my dreams, the color I want to paint my hallway, maybe it’s a touch darker, roomy, easy to carry, easier to open, and the best is that it doesn’t look like a camera bag.
Carrying that around town, I’m just one more random tall woman, with all of her secrets stuffed in a bag. The best part is when we visit my Mom’s nosy neighbor apartment the ladies who do jigsaw puzzles downstairs can’t tell what is coming and going with us. And that just drives them batty.
It makes me feel very secret agent Jen, sleek, sophisticated, and silent…well a girl can dream can’t she?
Secret agent Jen, signing off.