The dogs and I walked in a world of black and white and grey and it was magnificent!
Familiar things in an elegant mode.
It’s October and the First Frost (not Robert, older) will come soon.
I don’t think it was last night, there lay no sign on the grasses this morning.
Things are still blooming in the meadow – hardy things, whose names I do not know.
One of them called to me – a tall-ish stalk that split into three long-ish stems the top halves of which bore little flowers like starbursts along the length – in the manner of lupines or delphinia but in miniature, do you see?
Of course in the dawnlight, these flowers were grey or white and could have been any color paler than grass.
This morning I fell under the enchantment of a fairy-wand plant, emitting starbursts, growing in threes all the better to do magic.