I can’t believe it’s been a year.
A year since we bought the house. A year since the financial world collapsed. A year since I was last at the county fair.
And though I know the seasons trod a fairly proscribed path–Winter then Spring then Summer then Fall and repeat–it seems unfair to be moving into Fall again, even despite its many charms; pretty colors, apple pies, fires and stove-top popcorn. The crickets have become quieter, the chickadees are changing their songs and on our hike this weekend we saw a few trees that seemed ready to shake off their leaves and take a break.
Which is exactly what I need too.
I’ve just made it through two really brutal weeks at work, and I’ve been trying for those same two weeks to write something insightful and witty and funny, but I just can’t do it. So, once again, I need to take a break, breathe a little and reboot. Enjoy the pictures and the first stirrings of fall.
I’ll be back before the leaves hit the ground.
Eesh, sorry work is taking so much out of you. I empathize completely. Looking forward to seeing you back here. (And seriously, that chicken/hen? in the first picture is amazing. It doesn’t look like it could possibly be real.)
What is it about the transitional seasons? I feel, in spring already, just as you do. Break. Such a joyous word. Enjoy it – I do so love your chook shots.
Hope you enjoyed the fair! Maybe in a couple weeks the mosquitoes will be in less abundance. Rest up – raking leaves is just around the corner! (Although, my magnolia has more blossoms on it – along with my pear tree…go figure!)
Everyone needs to take a deep breath of the coming fall air. Just watch out for the goldenrod! Enjoy.
That last photo is so serene. Wish I were there! It’s been a while since I’ve visited your blog, but wanted to tell you…I love your renovations!
Christine — Isn’t she gorgeous? She looked like each feather had been outlined with an ink fountain pen. I’m continuously amazed at how regal chickens can look, despite their being such very strange birds :-)
Lucy — Thanks. Yeah, it must be something about the changing of the light and the changing of the weather and, well, the changes in general. Tiring!
Will — Ha! Your trees are so confused. And yes! The mosquitoes are gone! It’s delightful, isn’t it?
Jean — Oddly enough the goldenrod doesn’t touch me. It’s the ragweed that is my bitter enemy.
Sandie — Thanks! Nice to see you round these parts. I love that last shot too. The horse sanctuary is so, well, serene.