All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high in the blue air far above it . . . bearing them all away to the green fields in the South.
~ Laura Ingalls Wilder
This "golden autumn day" is beginning with gray and windswept skies. This gusty breeze will hasten the falling of the leaves. Metaphorically, autumn is a complex month. In one way, it is all about letting go, and yet for many of us, it is the season of "tucking in" and gathering close. I'm a little behind in tucking the garden in for the year, and yet the season rolls on without me... leaves are dropping, tender plants withering in frosty mornings, and a laissez faire broadcasting of seeds on the wind. Today's stroll will be all about observation and enjoyment. I will save the "to do" list for another afternoon.
If you have time today to stroll in the garden today, please post about about it on your blog and then come back here with a comment and a link to your post. You may use the Sunday Stroll button at the top of this post on your post or side bar if you would like. I will add participant names to this post so other strollers can walk through your garden too.
Look who's strolling:
Joyce at Tall Grass Worship
Margaret at Periodic Pearls
Me here at The Quiet Country House
Imelda at Greenish Lady