What is it about the sky?

What is it about sky that I find so fascinating? Always I've needed to have what I call "big sky" - the abilility to see relatively unobstructed from horizon to horizon. This sight greeted me early yesterday evening. Fog had rolled in after heavy rain. The sun was still just above the hills across the valley but I'd been drawn outside by the fog I could see outside my window and a peculiar white light.

I looked behind me - the sky was dark, the storm had passed but that white light was the sun shining through the mist and fog and the retreating storm.

Another rainbow!

I've seen so many lately.

A good omen I was thinking.


Then I turned back to the west.

From white to gold, the sun had begun to set.
And then this morning - the harvest moon still high in the sky at 6:30

A layer of mist shrouding the river and the hills beyond.

Fascinating the changes in the sky - just wanted to share the mystery.

Fall, equinox and harvest

In the nearby town and along highways and back roads everywhere in Ontario (probably across Canada and much of the US as well), fall and the harvest are celebrated. Roadside stands such as this one, are filled with local produce, local baking, jams, jellies, flowers, pickles and more, much more. They are filled with people wishing to share - yes it's their livelihood but what a wonderful way to make a living - sharing the food you produce through your own labour and that of your friends, colleagues and family.

This weekend we experience the autumnal equinox, the balancing of night and day, equal amounts of light as we move towards the long nights, the time of rest to allow for regeneration and renewal of the land for the next year of growing our food. In this northern hemisphere its winter's blankets we expect. In the southern hemisphere it was the vernal equinox and the advance of growth and heat and light. A balance in the world, in nature that sometimes for the human species alone is hard to manage. We haven't as humankind has progressed been able to achieve or maintain balance, it seems to me.

However, there is always hope, always wonder for those who love to look around at nature and try to emulate the natural order of things. It's in the striving I suspect that one gains balance.

And the other morning, once again - just as the sun rose over the hill we call a mountain here in Central Ontario - a special omen. For me at least, this is a sign of hope, of togetherness and of joy. May each of you have a balanced day filled with hope that your dreams will come true.