We’re already six weeks into one of the most-beautiful Autumns I can remember in a long time … well, except for those few pesky rainy days, it has been perfect.
And, so it was once again today.
I paused awhile at the footbridge, noting that the pictures I took several weeks ago of the ducks frolicking in the water, and, which I had intended to use today, were no longer accurate. The trees were full of green leaves then, and, today it was like a scene straight from “On Golden Pond”. The reflections in the water were all golden from the trees that line the banks, and are bearing leaves that are rapidly turning and then dropping off as each day passes. They flutter right into the Creek water, so golden leaves litter this little waterway.
And … speaking of litter, by now, the squirrels on Emmons Boulevard have chomped on, gobbled up, or, made even ghastlier looking, all the pumpkin faces that line the street. It figures that sharp claws or teeth can only rip those cutout portions even further, making them look very macabre. No photo ops there – that’s for sure.
One of my favorite harvest décor items are the scarecrows. This particular one is from a home I’ve often written about – the homeowner’s unique folk art and the magnificent tree house I’ve enjoyed watching and spotlighting in my blog posts. I’ll save the large harvest décor display for Thanksgiving week.
It sure doesn’t seem possible that Christmas songs should be playing already, but there they are on WNIC– since this past Thursday in fact, and, online ads are already touting Black Friday savings.
My favorite meteorologist Paul Gross is forecasting some cold weather and snow chances for our area the week of November 14th – I sure hope he is wrong. I’m not ready for either are you? Especially not after a beautiful day like today. The cold better stay at bay, especially since my relatively new furnace continues to suffer with shut-down issues, which problem the techs cannot detect. Before I began to write this post, the furnace shut down once again in mid-cycle, so I knew that a trip to the basement was necessitated to bring it back to life.
I know my walk brought me back to life – it has been a long week, and my brain was starting to feel just about as empty and fizzed out as a scarecrow’s.