Misty Morning

I woke up in the night and saw how wonderfully foggy it was after the rain.

Still foggy in the morning when it was time to take the dogs out.  

Mist, like candlelight and snow manages to transform the ordinary.

So we walked up by the school where the grass has been mown.

I start getting worried about the 'season of mists and mellow fruitfulness'.

Surely, it's still summer?

Soon the sun will break through.

Day Two: Tappan

A slightly later dawn picture.

Today they repave the street which is fun. 

Gooey tar and sprinkled pebbles.

In the back yard, the butterfly bush.

 

It's only when not in New York that I realize 

how frenetic it is there and how much

 energy is buzzing and buzzing all around

even when one isn't doing very much at all.

Is unbuzz  word?