My stroll today was shared with my 15 year old daughter (blogging name: Haiku) and my 5 year old son (Tanka.) That's me in the black sweatshirt, holding Tanka's hand. We headed down the trail through the neighbor's fields to the little lake and then into the woods for a while. The trails are lined with wild New England asters, their deep purple contrasting richly with the mellow goldenrod. The trees near the lake are beginning to reveal their autumn hues.
We stopped often. Every direction offered a "photo op." Though I don't generally share family photos on this blog (just an occassional silhouette or distant shot), rest assured that I took plenty of pictures of my children. Haiku was taking plenty of photos as well. She took these photos of crabapples and of mushrooms.
Our canoe has not seen much action this summer. I guess we've all been busy with other pursuits, but autumn offers perfect weather and a quiet lake for a serene glide or just a few moments mediation on the dock.
As we stepped into the woods, I felt the hush I always feel there. Without meaning to, I soften my voice and step softly. Every step threatens some tiny wonder growing underfoot: like a small brown snail hiding deep in his fragile shell. Fourteen year old Maude flushed grouse up in the fields and in the woods, and when we turned toward home, she eagerly led the way.
photos by Aisling and Haiku, September 28, 2008