September’s light bringing blissfully cool mornings flavored with low-lying puffs of luminous clouds, glowing mountains, crisp air, and bird song trilling from treetops and power lines means getting out early with the camera.
The changing colors of the trees, and darkening skies, are teaching the morning to linger before waking us up.
As the light skips among the fields it’s bringing cool mornings mellowing with the day, easing into a warm golden essence that sparkles over mountain tops as the day moves onward.
Evenings bring sunsets fading into watercolor streaks across the sky and balmy nights when it’s so warm no sweater is needed, alternating with days when the damp seeps into every crevice.
The night before
Sweaterless days mean it’s time to walk long on the darkening country roads alone, feet moving rhythmically among the rustling sounds of animals preparing for the night, neck craned watching the bright ball of light sink gracefully into a curtsey.
The dark mixed with glowing stars spread like flour dust through cloudless skies makes our stars easier to spot because we live miles from the city lights.
While the soft glowing beams of lighted farmhouses cast color over porches, as dogs bark and birds sound the night call.
A world uninhabited by humans, quiet and somber.
The morning after
Billowing fog envelops the vehicles when warm ground meets cold air, and although the clock says early it’s time to wipe the condensation from the windshield and venture out.
This morning the sun creeps up the far part of the mountain, slowly lifting the fog-like veil from the fields. It looks tired after it’s long journey from the other world, taking its time climbing the steep hills.
It may be out of shape after all of the exertions of the summer…glistening, stretching, balancing over the tallest peak, bending down to caress the moisture dense clouds hugging the ground.
And a chilly greeting
As sunlight skims over the mountain top like a toddler learning to play peek a boo, it’s golden rays start painting mountains miles away from this valley. It breaks free just when my fingers grasping the camera are cold and starting to stiffen and it tumbles down with a brilliant flash of joy.
From there it gallops over the dark rivulets of freshly turned soil, disturbing the ravens dark search for worms. The camouflaged, mouse hunting coyote’s fur contrasting against the browning wheat with the sudden brilliant light.
Houses nestled on the mountainside waiting silently for the sun to glare off of the yellow school bus, it’s noisy gears once again rumbling their way up the road.
Sunlight comes later each day as fields turn golden and the dew dries before we get full light in the garden. Curious it peeks through branches and washes over the wooden bird houses long before it reaches the grass.
It’s a new day baby
The warmth slowly increases as clear September light starts to burn off the fog, lifting the mist, waking the new filly nickering to it’s Mother asking to be fed out in the pasture of the farm down the road.
The sound startles the lone, and misleadingly large grey plumage of the guinea fowl into fluffing up, it wise enough to survive stalking coyotes and wandering dogs.
Light glows over the wooly backs of the bahs of the sheep waiting at the gate eager to be fed.
Sun glances quickly over the Cedar Waxwings, melodic little birds gathered high on the tree tops, as it’s light begins illuminating the road ahead of the dog walkers and barking dogs prancing circles around owners, four-legged beasts begging them to throw tennis balls down the yellow center line.
Morning greetings exchanged, footsteps disappear into the haunted fog not to be heard again.
The exhausted leaves adorning the trees with their saturated color are turning crisp around the edges, rough rasping sounds bellow loudly as they drop from above, catching on branches shattering the morning quiet dimmed by the fog.
Stepping over a delicate dew spiked spider web woven daintily over patches of weedy grass, ensnaring glistening crystals that shimmer and shake with the tiniest movement I capture the sight of the sun glowing above the mountain top.
The subtle changes to the landscape during this month are the answer to the golden question, when is Autumn arriving?
It’s already here.
September light takes it’s time, plays favorites, fills the fields draped across the hills with a glowing gold, warming feet and peering into windows, while swathing the trees scattered under the mountain’s shadows with a foggy chill.
September is the love child created by Summer and Autumn, charmingly eager to glow its way through the month. Starting off mellow and easy it ends up throwing temper tantrums, and tempting the carefree summer flowers to go to seed.
It leaves us with nothing but husks and dried petals in the garden in the coming weeks.
Because summer has surrendered to the coming Autumn most gracefully and we have no objections.
Jen @ The Light Laughed
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