an almost sleepy hollow day

It was almost a sleepy hollow day, but now the ghostly mist

that rose up

from the pond early this morning

has faded into the nearly bare trees.

Pale leaves swirl past my windows. I can't help but lay my sewing down and step outside.

The air is chill and the leaves are crisp underfoot.

I made a fire down in the orchard, burning some of the leaf piles

so I can plant bulbs in the orchard gardens.

It's very pleasant,even tho it's grey and dark...

my favorite kind of day.

an almost sleepy hollow day.

Days like these remind me of places and people I love.

I wonder what they might be doing this very minute

as I pile more leaves onto the smoky fire.

I send my thoughts to them as the smoke rises into the air

and swirls around the bare branches

of the old apple trees.

I wonder if my thoughts arrive in a swirl of smoke

to my loved ones...

do they know it's from me?

Wading ankle deep through yellow leaves, hands in my pockets, I feel

renewed and almost giddy.

I walk back

into the warm dark house,

to my chair by the fire.

I'm like a little child looking out of the school room window. I'm bent over my needle work and sew another seam...

I look out at the yellow leaves floating past my windows.

Just one more seam and another knot tied.

I have to lay my sewing down and go for a longer walk through the leaves...

while the air is crisp and chill.

While the light is just right

and the leaves swirl all around me

I love each season but none so much as when fall comes.

There's a peacefulness to it, a serene and quiet time

to enjoy things more slowly.

I hope that you are enjoying this lovely fall as much as possible.

yrs,

Christine