The leaves are not yet turning, but there will be some leaf peeping when they do… instead we have some pretty meadow finds as the sun goes through its late afternoon paces. I promise some NY Fall to come.
The welcoming chill in the air, the golden leaves, the birds and insects in the misty eve.
The colors in the background are simple, but Fall is a simple time of year.
Writers write, and artists create. Philosophers reflect, dreamers imagine, and loners soul-search. Naturalists explore, the weary restore. It is a time for everyone to connect with nature.
The meadow transforms then the meadow performs. The grasses dance, and insects fly. The wind chills and birds fill the sky.
Sometimes it is but one, other times it is none.
The Monarch above and below are off to a productive Summer arriving in late Spring, but one was seen in the garden only yesterday. I almost wish I was traveling South with him. I know the road they travel has the leaves changing to the fiery colors of Fall. Seems late for the Monarch to head South. Nature has a plan…
A plan I hope we all share… rain falling is a welcome sign for things to get back to seasonal expectations. Rain is so needed here…
Simple pleasures, keep it simple…
A time of gold, I cannot get over the colors at this time of year. It is well before the real Fall color breaks, yet has its own subtle beauty.
The bees are busy gathering for a long winter. I watch them work.
Now is a time while much of the landscape earns a rest, seeds set out to burrow in for next year’s transformation. That is something I really like about the seasons, they are always in a state of transformation.
It is a time to take stock in what will be next year. Things we welcome and things we don’t. A simple turn of the calendar. Flip forward in life, a reminder to refresh. Just think simple.