Soul Colors

Halloween was warm, extremely windy, and perfectly spooky.  The photo above is of one of my favorite houses on the island.  During the day it glows a warm, cheerful yellow, but last night it looked about as creepy as a house can look, especially since its owners have packed up and left the island for the winter.

For me, this weekend has been all about color:

the ocean, marshes, the harvest,

and the passing of flowers and leaves.

The rugosa rose bushes turn the most vivid gold;

they almost appear to be on fire against the backdrop of the grey waves.

The salt marshes, too, burn russet and gold.

The tree above is one of my favorites on the island.

Want to climb it with me?

The last brown-eyed Susan in my neighbor's garden,

all the more lovely for its imperfections.

I have been collecting sea glass compulsively.

Here are a couple of jars of these beach gems

and a pretty pitcher of red berries from a bush in the yard.

Sunset tonight was, well, you can see for yourself . . .

A dried hydrangea blossom I found on the road.

As the last rays of the sun hit its translucent petals,

I was transfixed by its colors.

Then I glanced over my shoulder,

and the moon and clouds and rugosas

seemed to mimic the hydrangea.

The whole world swam in these colors.

I was in love.