Whole-hearted, happy, careless, free,
She lives her life out joyously,
Nor cares when Frost stalks o'er her way
And turns her auburn locks to gray.
from October by Paul Laurence Dunbar.
What a beautiful day for a walk around Rithet's Bog. Today he ran while I walked. So I dawdled with my camera. Those grey clouds sailed right over me and the blue sky dominated. I wished for my sunglasses.
The mallards splashed and preened, chasing each other and creating great swashes of water before settling down to float quietly.
Along the trail huge trees form curtains of red and gold and pale green. I stood on the little bridge and watched yellow maple leaves sway backwards and forwards before landing on the dark water like pointed moons.
Where do you like to walk?