The Brooklyn Botanic Garden today. I love these pale rosy mornings. The birds are stopping in the garden on their migration south, flitting in and out of trees, feasting on red juicy crabapples. I caught the moonflowers (Ipomoea alba) just curling up after a night's blooming. Some of the roses are flowering again, flushed with dew. I walked happily among the trees, thinking of a line by Wilfred Owen:
Murmuring by myriads in the shimmering trees."