My deer … er, dear friend Carol and I were “chatting” very early this morning about a myriad of items via Facebook.  We both signed off with the intent of walking on a peaceful Sunday morn, Carol in the picturesque village and woodsy setting of Honeoye Falls, New York, and, me down at my favorite nature nook, Council Point Park.  Carol signed off with “Walk your socks off!” and that sendoff kind of tickled me.  I made my mind up that Mother Nature was not going to deny me a walk this morning, so I took along an umbrella, however, one look at the sky and those low black clouds drifting by so quickly, no doubt pushed along by the 25-30 mph winds, made me question my resolve.  But, I took the car, and off we went, with nary a raindrop to fall on either of us.

But, the walking sure was tough with a few windy gusts threatening to knock me off balance just a little.  The wind was literally stripping the leaves off the trees and bushes, sending those leaves into a colorful frenetic dance as they dipped and swirled along the path.  A quick glance at the swaying trees and those falling leaves may have resembled a raw Fall day, but, unbelievably it was 74 degrees when I left the house.

I only managed to walk a measly three miles, and, though the temps were pleasing, those frequent gusts of wind made me feel as though I had wings on my feet, or, at the very least, my billowing clothes may have made me resemble a windsock!

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