I grew up living next to a lake and I still miss it, watching the moon's reflection wavering on the surface or the mesmerizing sun dazzle. A creek borders the property where I live now, home to Wood Ducks, Great Blue Herons, Prothonotary Warblers, beavers, mink, turtles and freshwater mussels. I walked down to the creek a couple of days ago after checking the progress of Bald Cypress seedlings next to a small pond in one of the fields. Strong winds had ripped some of the leaves off of the trees (they're just in the middle of turning now) and settled just under the water at the creek's edge, while the water reflected the remaining leaves on the trees above.
On a much smaller scale, flowers are extra lovely when they are wreathed with dew. The perfect pink buds of Blush Noisette open to soft romantic flowers with a fragrance to match.
Dew makes this bloom of Linderheimer's Muhly look as though it was silvered with frost, when the temperature was over 60 degrees.
I can still see the sun dazzle, not on a lake but in the garden.
R. palustris foliage
Happy Friday, and thanks to Katarina at roses and stuff for hosting Blooming Friday!