You might opine after two ten of walking these same res publica roads surround our farm that I ’d be bore out of my skull , but it has n’t happened yet . Of course , it help that I often walk with a champion , our conversation making the miles fly by . Yet even when I go it alone , boredom never threatens . You see , heading out my front room access and down the gravel ride , I walk into a day and a world of novel discoveries . Or at least discoveries waiting to be discovered , if only I keep my eyes and ears open and my intellect unclutter with to - do listing and interest .
It is truly different every time . Changing weather and shift time of year transubstantiate the study , trees and flush . The Clarence Shepard Day Jr. dishes up sunshine , or rain , or a sudden hailstorm ( or all three within the span of an hour ! ) . Mt. Rainier demonstrate a blade - new face each dawn , when it is n’t play pelt and search in the clouds . An array of animals domestic and wild seem , some who are habitue , others unexpected : glossy - coated horse nibble hay and a triple of terriers yapping at our heels ; elk grazing an emerald pasture and a diffident bobcat – just a tawny blur – prune across the route ; eagles soaring black against blue sky and swooping Spinus tristis so bright they dazzle your eyes . The other solar day , my admirer and I came upon a clean - up crew of turkey vultures feasting on a road - kill opossum . The bountiful birds , so ungainly and homely on the priming , lumbered into the trees , but when they direct to the sky , we saw them become sodding grace and dish .
Today on my walk , gifted with a complete Indian summertime October morning , all my senses record crepuscule : the bouquet of lessen leaves , crispy - cool air , clear autumn light illuminate amber , orangish and red vine maple leafage . Black and rust fungus - bristled Woolly Bear caterpillars crawled the roads like they do every autumn ( does anybody experience why ? ) . Suddenly , my walk had an exciting new purpose : rescue these pathetic creature from their squishy fate by scooping them up and tossing them on the other side of the road in the nice , soft botany .
I know . Given their likely disorientation from being picked up by a giant and thrown through place , most of them likely turned the right way around and crawled back in the road again , but it makes me feel good .
Hope your fall is filled with endearing colour !
~ Cherie
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