Today was astonishingly beautiful – one of those dramatic days that seems only to occur in the fall. We awoke to mid-forties and the freshness of a just-passed rainstorm. I grabbed a couple of tomatoes for breakfast, and then we headed to Short’s for lunch (squash bisque, if you’re interested, and perfect for a crisp first day of fall) followed by a drive around Torch Lake.
Northwest winds blew in lake effect showers. Combined with the steady breeze that disturbed the water’s surface, thick puffs of clouds dotted the sky, creating intense areas of shadows and light and a blue, blue lake. This was, of course, between brief showers. After circling Torch, we took advantage of a clear spell, and stopped by the Seven Bridges area. The recent rains and warm lighting were kind to the river.
I rainbow-spotted all day, but didn’t see any…until after I had taken the day’s photos off the memory card. As I was viewing the album, I looked over my shoulder – still hopeful despite the multitude of trips I’d already made around the house, going from window to window – that this time the light was right for a rainbow. I yanked the card out of the computer – I didn’t even check if I could Safely Remove Hardware…I am SUCH a rebel – and sprang for the door. Tony was laughing at me; I’m pretty sure he thought it was another wild goose chase. Regardless, I’m glad I ran, because less than a minute after I snapped my picture, the rainbow was gone. And less than five minutes later, we were in the midst of a hail storm.
I know not everyone welcomes fall, since it inevitably leads to winter (or what passes for winter for those of you nearer the equator, who might actually welcome fall/winter, but I think we all know it’s not the same…digression over), but I love this time of year. I had pumpkin and squash today, I lounged under a heated blanket, and I watched my breath condense in the cool air. I marveled at the reddening leaves and delighted in the asters and thistle and milkweed scattered hither and yon around the lake. And when I look at the hail piling up on my patio and the radar showing trails of storms, I find myself wishing – just a little – that the lake breezes were blowing in snow. But fall has only just begun, and I still want to carve pumpkins and bake apple pie, so for all our sakes, I will not wish too hard.
Thanks for your patience with all the pictures. I tried a gallery, but it was not working on my browsers, so I figured it might be messed up in yours too. Then I was out of patience, and so here we are 😉