Foggy Saturday

Last weekend I woke up to a foggy morning, and throwing some batteries in my camera, I rushed out to get some spooky pictures.




If you've hung out here before, you probably know I live in Connecticut. The farms here are so picturesque, and in the fog, they really look to me like a piece of the past come to life. Some of these farmhouses have been standing since before the revolution.



The leaves are all down, and the skyclad trees are fantastic in their stark beauty. We should be able to tell which species they are by the form of their limbs, and the bark, but even after growing up here, I can't yet. I've noticed that the Oaks and Maples have the most beautiful skyclad forms. The oaks retain their leaves, even after turning brown. I read somewhere it's a survival thing, that a stand of Oaks will do better during the winter if the leaves stay on and cut the cold wind.











This is our backyard. Some call it wetland, I call it swamp, especially when the mosquitos


wake up in the spring.














In the front "yard", the builder took down only enough trees to situate the house. After my husband bought it, he took down the few trees that threatened the house in a storm, and opened out the front, enough to grow grass. The whole lot is shaded, and only ferns, bleeding hearts and hostas really flourish. I've planted all kinds of flowering things, only to see them wither out within a couple of years.

Ahhh well, I've come to love ferns and bleeding hearts.