What a glorious day! I can't believe how beautiful this autumn has been. Perhaps it is such, to make up for the harsh winter last year. Sunny mornings break into our slumber and roll easily along to warm mid day. The evenings have been warm and exquisite. Maybe its my age and perhaps I am in the Autumn of my life but I dearly love these wonderful Indian Summer days.
In our area the colors are in full radiance. I took my daily deposit to the bank today as I do every day, but today I took the time to review my walk of 3 blocks. How many of us walk along a bridge over the Snake River among scarlet vines, the sun glistening off the deep rich greens of the water. I just love my life. I love where I live, I love what I do. ( What's not to love about flowers and coffee?) I love having so many of my children close. Daily there is something to share with them. I live in a beautiful home with two charming fur companions and the original Idaho cowboy.I am able to plant and harvest a vegetable garden. I live in an area where you can glean much from neighbors. Chelle has an older neighbor, who yard is overflowing with plum and apple trees. Much of it just falls to the ground, attracting wasps and worms. We certainly could live just fine without it but I love to see it utilized. Earths resources should be prudently used and appreciated. The local football field is surrounded with chokecherry bushes.. and the public is invited to pick. Those dark rich berries with the unique tartness make the very best syrups. The plums we picked last night made up into the darkest purple concentrate, that we canned to make into jelly later. It seems those tones of autumn are repeated everywhere. The pumpkins in the field, the apples on the trees, the berries and plums overwhelming branches.
Even the scents of autumn are sensational (lol). I love burning leaves, simmering stews, fragrant bread, and the fruity richness in the orchard as we harvest. It is potato harvest here in Idaho, and as you walk by the field you smell the upturned soil and the musky potato. There are some just finishing grain harvest and a few swathing the last late cutting of hay. There was a foretelling white dusting of snow last night on the Teton peaks . While I was out this morning pulling the last of the carrots and beets, a huge flock of Canadian geese flew over honking their
navigation instructions to each other. The air quieted and then I heard the distinctive warble of a pair of sand creek cranes flying overhead. I love the waterfowl here, even the silly pelicans.
We relish in our trumpeter swan population, duck, geese, cranes and more. Such a blessing of beauty..I appreciate the crisp mornings..and a booming coffee business. No wonder a holiday was created in the fall to celebrate harvest and bounty. Life is sooo Good.
