Jack Frost is Sleeping

Today there is a heavy fog hanging over the river. The air feels fresh, moist and clean. And the sun is bright and strong.  I have been sitting on our deck basking in it.

I know that the days when I can do such a thing are numbered for this year. But I will relish in such days or hours as much as I am able and the weather permits.

The azalea by the water is in bloom. A lupin is in flower. The butterfly bush still has abundant blossoms and the rose has buds that are ready to burst.  Yet it is October 6. Although the nights a cool now, we have still had no frost.

Ah, Nova Scotia!