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Just keep moving, nothing fannish to see here *g*
It's early fall here on the 64th parallel. I don't care that it means 7 months of winter is right around the corner; it's my favorite season of the year, regardless. It's just warm enough that it's not too brisk today and bright yellow patches are showing in the birches and aspens. Harvest time at the farmer's market -- all the stalls were full, and I picked up a ton of stuff, everything from colorful purple/red/gold potatoes to homemade pickles (still full of cucumber taste and very crunchy on the sandwich I'm eating right now!).
On the way back I drove past a wildlife refuge -- it's an old converted dairy farm, with the old cattle fields now devoted to grain and little manmade lakes for the waterfowl -- and I had to pull over and stop, because, wow, the fields were black with waterfowl: geese, ducks, cranes, hundreds and hundreds of them. While I was watching, a flock of about 50-80 sandhill cranes took off, swirling upwards and sweeping over the fields and swirling back down in a new spot. I love cranes; they're so huge and their call is the coolest creaky sound, like branches rubbing together in the woods.
I'm just happy. It's a beautiful breezy early-fall day, my show was awesome last night, and I have a big pile of home-grown peppers and carrots and potatoes for making dinner, and homemade desserts (walnut rolls!) for after. Life is good. ^_^
On the way back I drove past a wildlife refuge -- it's an old converted dairy farm, with the old cattle fields now devoted to grain and little manmade lakes for the waterfowl -- and I had to pull over and stop, because, wow, the fields were black with waterfowl: geese, ducks, cranes, hundreds and hundreds of them. While I was watching, a flock of about 50-80 sandhill cranes took off, swirling upwards and sweeping over the fields and swirling back down in a new spot. I love cranes; they're so huge and their call is the coolest creaky sound, like branches rubbing together in the woods.
I'm just happy. It's a beautiful breezy early-fall day, my show was awesome last night, and I have a big pile of home-grown peppers and carrots and potatoes for making dinner, and homemade desserts (walnut rolls!) for after. Life is good. ^_^
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Still pretty much summer here, though.
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I must admit that I do love the seasonal progression. I *like* watching the new produce come into season, and I'm happily thinking ahead to all the fall/winter stuff - soups, baked things, squash ...
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We still have green trees and fields, but yesterday was such an early fall day... It's in the air, and in how the sky is high and clear, and in how everything smells of the coming cold, even when the sun is warm on everything.
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