Friday, October 29, 2010
On a fall day in early October we took a drive and hike to the bald eagle preserve that is a short drive from our home. There were no eagles to be seen as many of them are starting to migrate south, and also, during the months when the eagles nest and rest here the preserve is closed to hikers.
We just enjoyed the last of the warm weather sun on our shoulders, the beginning color in the leaves, and were impressed by the very large number of acorns (from all varieties of oak trees) falling through the papery leaves and crashing to the ground at our feet missing our heads by a breath. The squirrels and deer will be fat this winter and perhaps the woods will be thicker in years to come. Perhaps this abundance of nuts was due to the long drought in July or the heavy rains in early September or maybe it is an annual dance rhythm of nature.
Hubby in the photo above is pondering the land at his feet for colored stones. Something his grandchildren taught him to do this summer. I smile at this, because a decade ago this would have been a big waste of time for him as he was a dedicated one for keeping the engines revved all the time.