|Sugar maple canopy|
|Red Spider Lily|
|Not to be confused with Spider Woman |
(whose arch-enemies were Morgan le Fay and the Brothers Grimm!)
The last few weeks (until the last few beautifully glorious days) I was jonesing hard for the touch of Midas that is fall in Fairbanks, trying to convince myself that the night air being perfumed by honeysuckle made up for missing the wash of color that is the transubstantiation of the birches (birch? are we sticking with that?). That old king is somewhere laughing at my avarice, I know, but it is just so beautiful! I stopped being jealous though, and it wasn't the snow (just ask my office-mates, they were a little shocked at how much I was longing for it)... it was walking to the library to return a book today, and seeing down the brick path between two buildings a bed of blooming roses, framed by the yellowing leaves of a row of locusts... It's my turn for the best time of the year!
Love n stuff.