Fun in the Rain

It's a lovely, drizzly day.  The leaves are grabbing on to the fine mist which is turning into big, juicy droplets that shimmer in the morning light.  But you don't have to try to imagine it. You can see for yourself.

The faeries planted a miniature evergreen right next to the steps.  Pretty enchanting.  What would be even more magical?  Teeny, tiny faery lights adorning it for the winter solstice.  

Could happen.

Ah, the glistening gargoyle.  Is he dripping with dew or did he just step off the elliptical?  I have a feeling he'll never tell. 

Now here are some dewy specimens.  Once the droplets fall they will just be moisture in the ground, otherwise known as mud.  For now they are sparkling dancers, hovering precariously on the edge of oblivion.  Glad I captured their image before their great fall. 

Now you're just teasing me.  

Nobody explained to the rosebush that it can slow down when the days are short and the temperatures drop.  I know it's a plant, not a person, but when anyone goes to this much trouble and I know that it is for naught, well, it's just sad.

The birdbath is looking rather festive.  Decorated by the trees without any human interference.  And an admirable job they did,  too.

 

Honeysuckle.  It's a bit weird.  But I like it.

How do they just stay there?  Drop!  You gotta drop!  So suspenseful.  I must turn away.

This hawthorne berry looks like it could be coated in ice.  But it's just tenacious water.

And finally the wasp's birdbath.  I never have seen a bird drink from this one, but the wasps and yellow jackets think it's their personal filling station.  Where are they now?  From a summer of buzzing, sipping madness to quiet stillness.  Autumn.