I am Gone into the Fields . . .

October 5, 2015

Harvested pumpkins, Jello Mold Farm

Harvested pumpkins, Jello Mold Farm

“I leave this notice on my door
For each accustom’d visitor —
‘I am gone into the fields
To take what this sweet hour yields.'”
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, from “The Invitation”

Garden truck, Jello Mold Farm

Garden truck, Jello Mold Farm

Garden shed

Garden shed

Fall is in the air.  Mornings now are often foggy, but this melancholy grayness usually burns off making way to mellow sunshine.  I had the urge to drive in the country to see the rural landscape slipping into autumn, so even though the day started off foggy and gray, I headed north to the Skagit Valley.  The sun never did break through.  So I was prepared to photograph the lovely grays, browns, yellows and greens of our fall palette.

My first stop was Jello Mold Farm to photograph in the flower fields.  The end-of-the-season dahlias and zinnias brought an array of surprising summery colors through my viewfinder.  But I’ll save those photos for another post or two.  Today I will share photos from my walk through the flower fields.

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Monks hood

Monks hood

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Desiccated bells of Ireland

Desiccated bells of Ireland

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One Response to “I am Gone into the Fields . . .”

  1. shoreacres Says:

    Lovely. I enjoy the seedheads and fading flowers as much as the riotous spring.


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