There is a beautiful little pond close to my sister's house, and I love walking there and taking pictures of the ducks and geese. The colors in the rushes and reflections on the water now are so beautiful. I never get tired of looking at them.
I want a pond of my own, with ducks and reeds and endlessly changing views.
I don't know why fall makes me feel so snug and warm inside. Maybe it's just the way we're programmed to react to the shorter days and vibrant colors. I can smell the fires from the fireplaces and wood stoves. I want to snuggle under my comforter after turning the heat way down for the night. I want to make soups and stews and go for walks with the brisk wind blowing on my cheeks. Yesterday and today were perfect fall days, brisk and dry, wind blowing the leaves in scurrying little crowds on their way to winter.