Sept 12

The view from my window is thick, wet fog. The lake and sky are one silver wall behind the foreground trees. Those trees include the french pussy willow which is nearly bare. The neighbors birch trees with their clumps of yellow and green leaves and peeling yellow white bark. Our own ash tree is one third bare branches in dark brown, one third clumps of yellow leaves and one third still green and waiting to turn. There are piles of yellow compound leaves scattered around it's roots. The grass is surprisingly green with the cooler wetter weather. It is making some last minute growth before the frosts to come next month. The fog leaves the air smelling of damp leaves and wet ground and muffles sounds cocooning us all in the depths of its clouds.