Thursday, September 20, 2018
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.
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
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.)