I love this time of year – the crispness of the air, the sharp tang of the early‐morning breeze as it touches your face, the colours of the leaves as one by one they change first to yellow then rosy red.
It always comes as a surprise, but also as a reassurance… like the start of a new year.
It always comes as a surprise, but also as a reassurance… like the start of a new year.
Last week saw us in the White Mountains, one of our favourite places in New England.
I sat on a rock warmed by the late morning sun as my husband scrambled down a ledge towards a waterfall. He set up his tripod and selected his lenses, first one and then another, adjusting to the changing light as it filtered through the leaves. And I knitted.
I sat on a rock warmed by the late morning sun as my husband scrambled down a ledge towards a waterfall. He set up his tripod and selected his lenses, first one and then another, adjusting to the changing light as it filtered through the leaves. And I knitted.
He carefully shifted position to a rock set in the middle of the stream and took a large number of photos until he was happy that he had captured the flow of the iron‐rich water over the underlying rocks.
And I sat, listened to the birds, gazed out at the distant hills and knitted ‐ just a perfect day.
Moira
Moira
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