There has been frost on the grass in our backyard for the past few mornings. The river beyond is shrouded in frost smoke from cold air moving over the warmer water. It’s getting chillier every day here in the Maine woodlands, old man winter’s occasional icy grip tells us he’s coming.
Now enjoying our morning coffee in the enclosed porch requires a blast from the propane heater to ward off the chill.
Outside, the maples and lilacs are shedding their leaves, fluttering to the ground and changing the browning grass into a blanket of gold. Soon they will be barren branches, at least until the first snow. Fewer birds are at the feeders now, most having begun their migration to warmer climes.
A bag of acorns sits on the sill, collected during my daily walks among giant oaks. I will bake, then paint them copper to add to the fall decor that has transformed our home into an autumnal festival.
I enjoy my daily walks – brisk air and warm sun, the smell of wood stoves mixed with freshly mowed grass, the last cut of summer. Did you know that birch leaves shimmer like gold coins in the breeze? And squirrels change their coats’ color from brown to silver?
It’s peaceful and as long as I’m warm, I will stay. A return to our Florida home beckons, but it’s not time yet.
Maybe after a white Christmas…
So beautiful, especially to those of us who don’t have seasons! and Love the Press Hat pic! Thank you!