WALKING WITH SEPTEMBER...

Such a morning; I could not resist it. 

As the daylight warmed, I took a walk inside my woodland.

I moved quietly along Mick's favorite trails, softly lit with morning sunlight. 

A September breeze sent bright leaves dancing down around me.

The waters of my creek provided music. 

A song of peace.

WORDS ABOUT SEPTEMBER ...

... "The nights are cool and quieter; the moonlight is the most benevolent of any of the twelve moons of the year;  and it seems to add an extra sheen upon the night-time trees... "   
         ~~Rose Moore, from her essay, "September!"

THE TIMES, THEY ARE CHANGING... ?

Another sign of changing seasons... 

As I walked out for my morning newspaper, I passed the flagpole garden, and a bright cloud of goldfinch swarmed upward from the depth of all those flowers.

They had been dining on the seeds in preparation for an autumn journey. 

(Their yellow feathers haven't dimmed to olive yet, so we still have some time.)

IS IT SHEDDING TIME FOR THE LEAVES?

At daybreak, my yard was full of fallen leaves!...
😮
Did a big tree shake its head at me!?

SUNRISE VIEW FROM THE PORCH ...