Saturday Sunset Walk

The Autumn Cold struck this week. (I get one cold every fall - do you?) This one settled in my ears and for a few days I was horribly dizzy every time I moved my head. (A good excuse to sit still and crochet.)

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By Saturday afternoon the vertigo has decreased enough for me to take my camera for a walk. The air is crisp, and clouds are scudding across a windy autumn sky.

The marshy lake-around-the-corner shines silver under peach-tinted clouds:

Cattails stand shivering in the last rays of the sun...

...which is just low enough to cast a reddish glow on this telephone pole and the trees behind it:

The rain and winds of the last week have swept most of the leaves off the trees. A bare oak stands out stark and black against the soft-coloured sky:

Tiny grasses hold up miniscule seeds:

To the west are silos under lavender and rose clouds:

Meanwhile, a half-moon rises in the east.

"Where did August go?" asks a yellow dandelion at my feet.

"I don't know, but I think we should have gone there too," replies the white dandelion (which dressed up as a snowball for Halloween and forgot to take off its costume).

Across the field and around the next pond, a pine cone nestles in a fallen cluster of needles:

The wind is sharp in my face, and it's time to turn for home.

A gorgeous sunset walk - but oh, how cold it seems! We're on the downhill slide to winter.

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