Autumn is still here but the trees and the colors have definitely transitioned to a wintry look. Sad in a lot of ways, but still beautiful.
These pictures were taken in Knob Noster State Park . We were the only two people there. I love that, but I feel like people are missing out on great views of nature and fresh air. Oh well, I can call it my park 😉
I decided to post ten sounds that I absolutely love.
* the sound of ocean waves crashing
* the sound of an owl in the middle of a quiet night – hoot
* the giggles of grandchildren
* the sound of rain on the awnings outside my window
* the sound of food simmering on the stove
* the sound of music (not the movie – just music)
* the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze
* the sound of horse hooves on the pavement
* the sound of fog ( to me there is a sound accompanying the fog )
* and my favorite of all time – The Sound of Silence – to me the sound of silence is when a lovely snow is falling and you step outside and just stand there and listen – it’s a “kind of hush” – a sound of silence.
I love color and I love to take pictures. This time of year it is hard to find the color, and when the temperatures are in the low teens, I do not want to go for a walk. We spent several years in a mountain town in southern California – and as the song implies – “California dreamin’, on such a winters day” – may narrowly imply San Diego or Los Angeles. Where we lived it was brown. High desert country and the pines on the higher peaks were surrounded by brown dirt and gray rocks and if the sky was gray, the pines looked darker gray. Understand it was still beautiful!
One of the reasons I love the Christmas season is all the colors we create! A fun time to decorate. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. While outside looks like this:
Inside can look like this:
Stay warm both inside and outside this winter season. Spring is coming, it always does.
Summer is over, even though the temperatures are still summer-like. The colors of the leaves are lighter and some have actually fallen. You can feel it in the breeze – the changes are coming. Soon we will have our fall clothing on and jackets and the leaves will turn gorgeous colors while we sip on spicy hot apple cider while dunking the cinnamon donuts. I love fall but I hate the end of summer. I didn’t go anywhere this summer but it was pleasant here in the mid-west. The temperatures were perfect. I enjoyed my own backyard and drives into the country.
Once you are a mom whose children go to school outside the home you get ingrained further into you the school year schedule. I still like seeing the school buses go down the street and the quietness of the neighborhood during school hours. My youngest son and his wife are doing an amazing thing. They decided to go to college. D has a couple of years finished and K has his basics done. This semester they went big league. They moved into family housing on campus of a university in the mid-west along with their two year old daughter and another daughter to be born this fall. I admire them greatly, especially the pregnant one. Of course they realized early on that they needed me still to stay with their daughter a few days a week. Needed me, Mammy. I made my son say it three time, “We need you”. So I go there and stay with my little buddy and it’s fun. She came to my house last week and I got to dislocate her elbow. Yup. Good Mammy. Not. I was devastated. But life is full of always learning. I learned that this is pretty common and easily fixed. So easily fixed that there is a video on youtube to show you how to fix this. Apparently it can easily happen again until they outgrow this…….thing.
I even have been really bad at my homework – blogging. I am behind reading blogs I follow. Forgive me fellow bloggers.
I am behind writing. I must forgive myself. But I have two new ideas for books. Good grief.
So once again Summer days have gone by and the newness of an autumn, yet to discover, is upon us. I wish you all good health and old and new dreams coming true………
And enjoy this classic song as summer sadly comes to an end.