Bird Song In The Morning

The sun was golden and the garden was filled with bird song when I woke up this morning. After breakfast, I took a walk drinking in the fall air as the leaves crackled beneath my footsteps, a haunting reminder of the cold dreary days ahead.

Autumn Leaves

“Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery”  – Annie Dillard

Autumn In The Garden

“The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning and evening.” – Henry David Thoureau