Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?Dante Gabrielle Rossetti, Autumn Song
Some leftovers from last autumn–the temperatures in the basement have been far too cold the last few weeks to spend any time over the sink with black and white chemicals.
Three selections:
February 14th, 2007 at 12:36 pm
oh! it’s so nice to see some color!
February 14th, 2007 at 12:38 pm
… i should say, colors of nature other than blizzard white. how i long for an early spring!
February 15th, 2007 at 10:32 am
Much agreed, bea! Though here it’s been a mostly brown and gray winter, with incredible cold (-2F this morning, and that’s a warming trend…)–we’ve avoided the blizzards you folks have been handed over the last week or so. Spring can’t come too soon.