On Sunday, temperatures were a balmy 72 degrees – Monday brought a cold-front accompanied by winds that sent the dogs into hiding – and today, Tuesday starts at a chilly 42 degrees.
The wind, it seems, has harvested the apples in our young orchard. Each and every one is on the ground and my girls are helping me by scoping up the smaller ones and dropping them at my feet. Not right away mind you, but after a joyful run around the orchard with apples in their teeth.
The cool weather is a blessing for me and for the dogs, who love the longer walks. All bundled up we tackle the full circuit along the woods’ edge.
The air is crisp – the leaves are bright with every shade of green and red, yellow and brown – silence breaks only by an occasional walnut hitting the ground.
I take my time – I stop to rest – I watch my girls live in the day.
Here are the girls in their typical response to my command.
Back at the house, we contemplate the beauty of this autumn day.