THE TREE in the back yard is showing great swaths of blue between all those laden limbs, and the countless bags of leaves stand like sentries against the potting shed, awaiting tomorrow's wheezy truck.
The arbor is shaggy with overgrowth, and is slow to give up any of it---still jungly green, shady and with a chill deeper than any part of the yard. The Summer Shade of the place is welcome and langourous, but the scant sun-peeps through this Autumn overhang leave it cold and not as inviting. The floor is covered in brown, with very little of the outside golds and oranges making their way into the sanctum, and the chimes scarcely sing. Even the wooden chairs have darkened, and the cheery yellow of the brick floor is subdued beneath the drifts.
But there are lovely vistas to be had---whole palettes of warmth and glow. You could just sip these scenes like hot cider.
And this one is not upside down, but a peep from beneath TREE, into the sapphire sky---nowhere else have I seen this shade of blue. Today is cloudy and damp, but pretty days are coming again---October never fails to surprise.