I’m home, and after a period of mourning for lost green landscapes, old castles, cousins, Irish pubs, the highlands and wild moors (not necessarily in that order) I woke up once more to the beauty of my own allotment of the magical garden.
The golden mist of autumn trundles in off the strait of Juan de Fuca, emptying her swollen pockets of the spawning salmon, great herons and weaving spiders, as she passes over the waters of the cove and into the multi hued trees on the shore.
The days have still been mild and the nights cool but the rains and storms are coming! Wellies and brollies stand ready at the door!! In the meantime I love to get lost in the bright morning mist.
And here is a misty path in both colour and monochrome! Which do you prefer?
and I’ve entered this post into the Daily Post’s Weekly challenge Dreamy on WordPress
and check out my previous posts for my journeys in Scotland and Ireland