October being what it is, autumn in New England, we have mild days and cold, gold and gray. We also have not infrequent deluges, and yesterday was one of those. The rain approached Biblical proportions. Worcester, not so far from us, broke 50 year records. Ours was not bad either, what the Hub calls “dancing rain”:
But at sunset time the weather began to clear, and turned mild and amiable, as if it had never raged during the day:
The crimson of the tree next door survived, mostly intact:
And even the fallen leaves metamorphosed into a kind of mosaic that cheered my heart!
Not for the first time I understand just how two-faced Mother Nature is, giving with one hand and taking away with the other. It’s a struggle often to appreciate both faces, but worth the effort. (And what choice do we really have?)