Fall Is In The Air

This morning I headed out early for my walk. The air was a little
crisp, you know, the crispness that comes from fall. A slight
breeze played about me. The sky was a clear, brilliant blue and
the sun had not yet peaked over the mountain tops. It felt good
to be out after not walking for over a week because of a blister
received from new walking shoes! Ouch!

As I headed east I couldn't help focusing on the mountains and
the beautiful colors. There is still a lot of green down low, but
I know that will change in the next few days. I love it when all
the colors mellow out and the mountains like a multi-colored
carpet.

The coolness of the morning helped me keep up that
brisk walk and get the old heart pumping. However, on my
return trip I slowed down to observe the Canadian Geese that
pass through our area each spring and fall. They fly over early
in the morning and I love listening to their "honking" and
observing them as they glide to a soft landing in the fields east
of the DATC. They are so busy checking out the fields for
food that will sustain them as they continue their journey. They
do stay here for quite a while and sometimes I just take their
early morning and evening flights over my house for granted
until suddenly I realize they are gone! I miss that "honking"
that tells me morning has arrived and it's time to get up and
the evening "honking" that tells me day is winding down and
soon it will be bedtime.

Picking up my speed once again I observe the sun beginning
to chase away the mountain shadows as it climbs above the
surrounding mountains and spread its warming rays over the valley.
I try to see if I can beat it home before the sun's vista spreads to my
area, but I didn't. Just had to bask a little in it's warmth myself.

Even as the leaves are changing in the mountains I couldn't help
but notice the changes that have taken place here at home.
It seems that suddenly the Ash in the back has taken on that
golden hue and the vines on the fence are no longer green, but
Autumn Red. Even the neighbors Maple has turned a brilliant
red. How I love nature's palate of colors.

I love the changing seasons especially fall because I know it's
time once again for soup, warm bread from the oven, and
nice, thick, comfy blankets on the bed. Even my energy levels
seem to pick up and I find myself wanting to do more. Perhaps
I'll get those 4-generation books completed, quilts I have
started piecing finished and histories written now that there
isn't so much to do outside.