Each year, I look forward to December, with its frosty mornings, the glazing over of rivers and marshes, the return of winter water birds, and expectations of first snowflakes. But with El NiƱo blowing his warm breath our way, we've been feeling the heat more than not this month. This morning we rose to a thick blanket of fog shrouding the landscape. Off to Great Meadows I went, to savor the view where the fog hung heaviest over the marsh and river, arriving just in time for daily departures of geese to nearby fields.
The spiderlings have been working overtime these last few weeks, weaving and feasting while the days are calm and comfortable. Overnight they festooned trailside flowery remains with gossamer, now bejeweled by the fog's misty touch.
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Milk parsley (Peucedanum palustre) drapery |
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Festooned goldenrod |
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Bejeweled love grass |
Peace and promise.
I love that geese photo. Gorgeous!
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