Saturday, November 6, 2010
Innisfree Garden, the lotuses, once abundant, struggled upward and failed to bloom. Lily pads, lacking water on which to float, perched midair.
Buttercup Farm, Wappinger Creek was nearly dry, and silence trumped sound. Odd to think back to springtime, when the crossing was flooded, and we had to take the long way round. Odd, too, that, by mid-summer, the tree swallows had all but disappeared from the spot where we could count on seeing them swoop past, sometimes almost close enough to touch.
A welcome sound.