Along the walk, I am always cognizant of where we are in the season. After four years, I am still growing accustomed to the differences here in Virginia from New England. For instance, if I were in Massachusetts right now, I would likely not be wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I would not have just sent Toots off to preschool in the same, no jacket or sweater.
By now, the leaves are at or just past peak color in their fiery glory up north. But here, the colors are in an earlier phase of turning. The colors are subtler. And many leaves are already gone, especially from my birches because of the super hot and droughtful summer.
Take a look at some of the sightings I made around the neighborhood yesterday. They made my heart jump a little.
just a smidge of color
Our little walks give me a sense of presence and meditation, even while Lucy tugs the leash to chase something or Toots is running to find trouble a bit too far out of easy curtailing range. They make me happy. And though I did not get a picture of the geese yesterday (believe me, I've taken plenty already), something about watching them scoot along the water's relatively still surface, their wakes broadening behind them, really sets my mind at ease.
All is well for the moment.