Pictures to April 15, 2010 089

In the early morning there was almost-ice.  Now, the maple leaves float across the pond, the blue sky and dark branches reflected on the surface of the water.  At the bottom, waterlogged, a thick layer of fallen leaves covers mud, and the mud covers sleeping frogs and turtles.  The water is clear as glass and smells strangely sweet, like must.  In this pond the gods are brewing maple leaf wine.

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  1. Andrea

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