When I scurried out the door for my walk this morning, I quickly hurried back into the house to grab a heavier coat after the cold hit me like a ton of bricks. Yikes! The frost is not only on the pumpkin, but on the grass, and likely most of the annuals took a direct hit last night as well. We were blessed to have another beautiful weekend day for our Fall chores, or visits to the apple orchard or cider mill, or, perhaps to pick a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch. On a beautiful Fall day, the possibilities to enjoy the outdoors are endless, and I spent my “me time” walking to and from and around Council Point Park. I arrived just as the sun was cracking through the clouds and brightening up the sky, but it sure wasn’t providing any warmth, that’s for sure. As I passed fellow walkers on the trail, we mumbled our morning greetings to one another through frozen lips. Since it now so chilly when I walk, I am encumbered by gloves and a zipped-up jacket, so it is not so easy to access the camera if I see something spectacular that I want to share in my blog. By the time I remove the gloves and unzip the coat, I’d better hope that the subject of the picture is patient – like this guy. I’m convinced this is the same heron I saw the other day when I missed my opportunity to take his picture. It was the same old dead tree with him perched on a large branch, nearly blending into the scene. Well, I saw him and crept over quietly, hoping he would not be startled like before and just fly away. I shot a few pictures of him from the trail to ensure I had at least one photo, before I inched closer. He didn’t move, but posed prettily – well, I don’t know just how pretty he was, but I thought he was regal looking in a blah sort of way. I took more pictures, and he just sat there, so I moved on. I walked the entire loop of the Park which is two miles, and then started back at the beginning of the path once again. I passed him by and he was still in the same position, which suggests to me that he is either very old, very cold, or, perhaps he has taken ownership of this half-dead tree. The ducks were quiet this morning, maybe in deference to the Great One who was perched high above their little alcove, or maybe the water was too cold for dunking or getting more than your feet wet. They were just placidly paddling along, adding to the ambiance at the water’s edge. When the sun finally began to shine more brilliantly on the Park, the trees were bathed in bright sunlight and they looked like a large tapestry of rich Fall colors had been strung from tree to tree in beautiful hues of crimson, ochre, rust and green. I added another five miles today toward the ultimate quest of 500 miles – just 65 more miles to go.