Beauty, and a beast

Yesterday, and again this morning, neighborhood fields were shrouded in sheets of ground fog. A fierce, tiger orange sun rose to dryve those mists from the cool, early daybreak air. Perhaps "red sun in morning, sailors take warning" has an exemption for sunrises that are more orange than red. We've enjoyed warm, breezy, dry weather both yesterday and today. More and more of the hoary puccoon plants are showing yellow every day. Although the calendar still says Spring, the weather pattern is starting to feel Summerish.

mist at dawn

Photo by J. Harrington

As I sit on the patio, watching dragonflies and songbirds drift about on or through the breeze, I'm focused on enjoying the moment rather than getting too upset about what those we elected are doing to us in St. Paul. They'll probably just blame it all on the Blue Moon we had last night, or, perhaps we need to be sure legislative sessions end while weather is still unsettled. The legislators (and more of us) may all be experiencing a Turn Down Day as our weather warms after a weary night of full moon negotiations.

To the Moon [fragment]

Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792 - 1822

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing Heaven, and gazing on the earth,
   Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,—
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

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