Today has been what the Irish call a "soft day". A friend of mine back in Newport (unfortunately deceased these last 7 years) used to own property in Doolin on the West Coast of Ireland, and he liked to tell how you'd get a day when the temperature was moderate but the air was about as wet as it could get without actually raining, which meant that it was too wet for the farmers to do anything in the fields. Along about mid-morning they'd give up any pretense of work and head for the local pub; they couldn't go home because then they'd only be underfoot while the wife was trying to get some work done in he house. So it was off to the pub, and the farmers would fill their pints and sit back and sigh, "Ah! Soft day, soft day".
Well, it was that kind of day here in Shippensburg today, and I think I caught a sense of it as I walked through the Dykeman Spring Nature Park on the way to the grocery store. No pint of beer here, though, just a nice strong cup of coffee when I got home. But the sentiment was much the same as those old Irish farmers. Ah! Soft day!
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Gotta soft spot for bridges
ReplyDeleteI've never heard that expression...I like it!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous pictures...gosh, I do love fall!
Soft days (or as I think of them, "timeless days") - time seems not to pass as the light is even for so much of the day. These are the days I photograph my artwork; no shadows or glare - just soft light. You've caught the bright beauty of Sumac and the still green meadows and distant trees. Pastoral and lovely as ever.
ReplyDeleteI love the sentiment and the photos are great...'soft' day eh?
ReplyDeleteAnother "soft day" here today, Roy. Too wet outside to put my gardens to bed for the winter. I have some new top soil in bags as well as seaweed to cover the gardens....but the day is dreary and my world is wet.
ReplyDeleteExquisitely soft!
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