I arrived a tad early for the gathering with my Thursday stitchin' group, so I thought I'd park the car and take the few minutes to write in my journal - since I'd not done so earlier this morning... I happened upon a cul de sac, about a block away from my friend's home: what a treasure.
10:37 am Thursday 2 November Sunny 61 degrees
Tis a lovely, quiet day: the sounds of a lawn mower and a hammer. Gently, leaves fall. Two women, out for a walk, pass by. The sky is is blue, cloudless. A bird's tweet, just barely audible. A whirligig - a boater in a kayak- stops spinning, momentarily...a car's horn...
I shed my scarf - it has the colors of Fall: green; turquoise; blue; purple; orange; red; golden yellows. A squirrel scampers - two more people walk by: I wonder if there is a path to the lake. Note to Self: Remember to ask Hilary. Another walker and shortly, a runner. I check my iPhone and decide it's time to leave.
I drove a bit around the circle, thinking "I do have a few more minutes to explore", so I parked, got out and started down the path. Oh my!
"Look at everything always as though you were
seeing it either for the first or last time.
Thus is your time on earth filled with glory."
~ Betty Smith,
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn