My words are visible in the chill kitchen air when I "Good Morning!" the cousins over the coffeepot. They're calling for temps in the 80s later this week, but for now I contemplate pulling out my fingerless gloves just to type comfortably.
Cold air brings change. The kids have the cut-and-dry clarity of back to school. We big people, after years of indoctrination in that end of summer shift, have been cut loose to seek and create our own transitions.
I stumble across The Foliage Network just now. They track autumn's golden journey--and remove the second-guesswork for color-junkies. Cool stuff! I'd like to spend the next month stalking and stumbling upon unexpected explosions of scarlets and golds. Unfortunately, the Ta-Da book reminds me of other priorities. I'm thinking The Foliage Network will be valuable in targeting a PEAK experience ;-)
As we roamed Shenandoah National Park and Skyline Drive last week, I kept seeing pictures as they'd be when the leaves turned, wishing I knew when that'd be.... Now, I'm ready to return at the drop of a hat!
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Thanks for the tip! I love the narrative about early morning in the house!
ReplyDeleteso... if a hat dropped in the woods and no wild women were there to hear it...???
ReplyDeleteAs I drove home yesterday, I saw that the woods are beginning to shade to autumn.
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