My afternoon walk down Piney Woods Church Road was an experience in letting go. The road has been regraded — it is wider than ever before, and all the potholes and ruts are, for now, absent. Along the roadside, it seemed as if everyone with a mower was out in force this weekend. What was yesterday morning a sea of self-heal weeds along the road was, today, just a band of short grass with a couple of self-heal remaining that somehow escaped the blade. The air was close and the sky gray, but not a gray that betokened the arrival of dramatic weather yet (on Tuesday, though, quite possibly). I was in the grips of a head cold, my first illness since ten days in a hospital with pneumonia last September. And there was practically nothing to photograph.
I settled, at last, for this image, conveying well the transience of all things. A fallen petal of flowering dogwood rests on a Chinese wisteria leaf. The dogwood and wisteria are both past blooming now.
