THE WAKE-UP ...

What woke me up but the deep sheen of a stained-glass sunrise! The prettiest I've seen in awhile, with enough leaves lost that I could actually see all the way down to the line of horizon. 

I stood at the window without moving, until it had faded.

Good morning! It's nice to wake up!

OCTOBER IN THE MORNING ...

COLD, BLUE SKY OVERHEAD ...

                                                                                                               

ICY COLD CREEK AT MY FEET ...

                                                 

CRISP OCTOBER MORNING

   Early this morning, after a Summer that went on forever, Autumn finally delivers her own wake-up punch on this beautiful Sunday. 

   There's a light bit of frost on the rooftop, but it won't be enough to do away with the flowers.

    The dive to cold in the past several days has finally added good color to my forested valley.

    Taking a cue from the spirit of my Big Dog Mick who is no longer with me, I grab a warm coat and set out to wander the property. 

    Via the tiny digital camera I keep in my pocket, I share a wee bit of that walk. 

   

IT'S A DOG'S LIFE ...

BEACHIN' IT! Granddaughter Katie Moore's dog Duke in the morning mist at my place by the creek the morning after the recent flooding storm. Look closely to see all the sand washed down by the creek...
  I have a beach along the creek, a beach in the trees, there was even a beach in the barn along with the water!
 None of this phased Duke, sitting in the sun on a big rock above the beach!
 (And no, I don't know what brand he drinks).

FEELING PENSIVE ...

 FEELING PENSIVE ... My morning was filled with a string of appointments, the final being a meeting with my long-time accountant re the final IRS form for the year. 

   As I signed the form for e-file, he gently informed me, "That is the last IRS JOINT FORM you will sign. From here on, you sign as a single lady."

   I knew that, I guess, but it startled me. Funny, I don't feel single. How could I, when my Bob still rides shotgun with me?

OCTOBER TEARS ...

                                               Tears, golden tears,
 To our trees they are bound.

 Then stormy winds
 Fling the tears to the GROUND!

DAY'S END, AFTER THE STORMS ...

THE SUN SLIDES DOWN INTO THE MIST ABOVE THE CREEK