Autumn's colors are taking hold. There's a distinct chill in the air. One we thought would never arrive after this summer's heat. The weatherman said we may have snow this weekend.(Snow? So soon?) I have plans of a brief trip to the Finger Lakes this weekend. Looking forward to hiking those hills. A bit of painting and writing. Around here,the maples (silver, red, sugar) are just gorgeous, eye-popping color, which we haven't had in several years. Have begun my October poetry challenge. So far, so good. 3 for 3.
There is a pond not far from our farm that I pass every day and it's full of herons and egrets, literally 20-30
poised like dancers waiting for the music to begin. It's so beautiful to see, and I see it every day.
Today has begun while most of you are sleeping. I have work to do before a series of meetings, then teaching, then home again. It's mid-week. The day we can look in two directions. Tomorrow I take my Encounters class to GeVa to see You Can't Take It With You. Then friday will be another day of catch up.
and then, and then . . .
