There is an aesthetic along the eastern coast of the United States, from Virginia up through New England at this time of year that defies a single descriptive word.
It is the richness and saturation of color, the crisp and clean feel of the air, and the breeze that blows and howls with an ethereal other-worldliness. It is, without question, my favorite time of year. If there were a way to bottle and save all of this, I would, however, I am happy to go through the heat of summer and the snowy cold winters just to get here in mid-October.
The Montauk Daisies along the Jersey Shore are in full bloom right now and the vegetable garden in the backyard is still producing cucumbers, tomatoes, horseradish and herbs. The peppers from the community garden have been pickled, and it looks like we will get one more bowl of salad
out of the garden.
I'm electing October as the richest month of the year. This post is being linked to Little Red House for Mosaic Monday, and Between Naps on the porch for Metamorphosis Monday.
I am also slipping in this one last picture of the clear blue sky so that I can link up with Smiling Sally's Blue Monday.