It’s been summer hot for so long fall colors completely surprised me this week. We went for our usual walk in the woods, rescue dogs Lily, Lulu and I. Foggy morning, but we came to the millpond…
Eerily still, drops of mist plinking into the pond, no crickets, no birds, no frogs.
Lily, always looking for something of interest
Lulu quite ready to move us along
So still, as though waiting for something. The autumn, a flash of brightness, the days grow shorter with brilliant reds, yellows, orange to show for it in maples, sweetgum, dogwood, cypress. Lighting our way through the onset of the dimmer winter, such as it is here, before they fall, those leaves, to carpet the forest floor. Then sleep. Dying to rest, waking in a few brief weeks to bring newness of life again.
Enshrouded like this almost ashamed they’ve lost their summer’s glory, giving way, saying goodbye to this year’s offering of shade, food, nesting homes, the grace of the air we breathe. Cleansing our atmosphere for us, now losing their power to begin the long sleep.
Yet still, life emerges, continues amid the preparation for rest….
barely visible on the leafy ground a turtle looking for a safe spot to dig its winter haven.
no, Lily, don’t think he needs our help.
Summer, 2017, signing off….