Not physically but in photos. What can I say? There were no rainbows in the Adirondacks today. We enjoyed the Milky Way tonight from the hot tub but I don’t have any photos to show for it.
This shot is looking north towards Popham Beach, ME from the North Trail, historically Tim’s favorite trail.
North view
Here’s a shot of the keeper’s quarters and lighthouse from the South trail, my favorite trail, with clouds radiating from the lighthouse.
Seguin from the South Trail
I have seen more rainbows this month, both here and at Seguin Lighthouse, than I can remember. I’m not even looking for a pot of gold. I have already found it. This photo was taken this morning, from inside the house, in my jammies.
This morning’s daily rainbow
A little weaving is good for the soul as well. This is Boquet pattern (pronounced BO-kwet) where I come from. Pay no mind to the sloppy edges, I will probably sew them up.
Boquet weaving
I spent the past day piecing the borders of my kaleidoscope quilt. All that remains is to quilt the three layers – quilt top, batting and bottom. The quilt top took five months. I’ll probably spend the same amount of time quilting by both machine and hand sewing. In the end, it looks a bit dark but is still neat to look at through squinted eyes to see the different patterns emerge.
Kaleidoscope quilt top
It seems as if Pleasant Valley has been draped in fog the past few days. I enjoyed some brief, glorious sunshine and temperature in the 70’s today but by the time I returned home, so had the fog.
Evening fog
Homeward bound
A gift from a friend, watched over while we traveled, divided into three and still thriving.
Inner beauty
Fog descended again this morning and created surreal landscapes. I think I’ll stick around the homestead and finally do some fiber work.
Iron mountain
Shrouded hills
Morning mist
That’s BO-KET. Not sure why it’s pronounced like that. We used to joke about the power of the Boquet River which flows under our road. Until it wiped out our bridge. It had been dried up to a mere trickle again until the recent rains. Yesterday it was boiling over a dam and sending mist 20 feet into the air.
The Mighty Boquet
Rainbows are magical. They occur when there’s a combination of moisture, in the form of fog or rain, and sun. They are fleeting and elusive. If you don’t look for them, you might miss them. This one was spotted when we left home this morning from our road. For a moment it touched both hills, but I am hiding that photo.
Rainbow from home
Later in the day we were driving through Vermont and caught this one, which was a full rainbow over Starbucks; again elusive.
Vermont rainbow
Photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
A step back in time. I wonder if the whole fleet will arrive.
Something I experience often but seldom see.
Morning Fog
Me and the foliage. The fall colors are at their peak. So am I, both in psyche and in weight, but today is day 2 of a very successful diet. Maybe I can create a blog about foods I didn’t eat! No more bread, cinnamon rolls or cookies for me or Tim. Tonight we had an apple for dessert. It was a luscious Macoun, regarded by many to be the most delicious eating apple and I agree. The hills don’t need to make any sacrifices for their beauty however.
Fall colors
Colorful hills
Marcy field
striped hills
Island and North Country Life 