There is something other worldly about the pale blue color of asters in the evening light of a mountain forest's shadow. The dimensions of space and time grow distorted. I don't have the words to describe being immersed in something so peculiar and possibly unique at the moment. Click on a picture for the slide show. Go wander where Monet visits on the gentle breeze of a blue meadow.
Thursday, September 29, 2022
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Feeling cerebral in the garden is a very good thing. Ahhhhh.
I love the intermingling of the asters with the goldenrod and the little blue spruce? (Or whatever that evergreen is)
Soothing.
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