A peaceful, wet, day
I know, that should be the other way around. Relax at the beginning of the weekend, but I am sure many of you know what I am writing about. There are so many projects that need to get done during the weekend and the weekend is the only time you can do them.
Mine? They still center around gathering firewood, cleaning gutters and getting things ready for winter. Yadayadayada.
So this afternoon, I decided I was just going to go on a walk-about. I did not want Deb to think I was goofing off so I reasoned that I was going to look for a spring that had fallen off the tractor while dragging in trees.
It had, but it was a rusty old spring that costs less than $5 to replace and I had been considering doing it anyway so finding it was not critical. To my surprise, Debbi offered to go look with me.
I think it was the thrill of the search, but off we went looking for an 8" long, rusty brown spring amongst a forest floor full of brown leaves, wood and stuff. You guessed it, we did not find it, but the walk in the woods was pleasant.
At least until I started back up the hill. Deb had turned back about half way through. It was getting dark and the pets were waiting to be fed.
I went another hundred yards into the woods and started wondering "what was I thinking"?" as I trudged back up the hill in the dark.
But, I stopped often, looking across the rolling hills, watching the lights start to come on at distant homes as darkness fell. The only time we really are able to see the beautiful view is after leaves fall, unless we go to the top of our second hill and that is a trek.
A wet fall day in the woods has its' own special feeling. Everything is muted. My footsteps do not have the crunching sound of a dry day. The high humidity seems to enhance the smells and the cool temps holds the bugs at bay. I actually came back with no ticks or chiggers! Yeah!
I wonder if anyone else feels this way about a wet, overcast, fall day?