Old Autumn roams the tops of the hills before descending into the valley, and everywhere his mantle touches the colour changes so very subtly. Above the line of the pasture fence the longer grass begins to turn a naples yellow, and if we were on the hillside and able to see it closely it would create a sea of soft yellow as the wind winnows through the grass.

Down here in the valley the odd leaf is turning yellow, and the cool nights are sending signals to the Sunset Maples that it is time to start the show!


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They respond with startling colour and clarity against the bright blue sky.



This morning Husband went singing, and I was left to my own devices. After taking care of lunch by putting on a hearty veggie soup I turned my back on all the things I had thought I might do and was shamefully lazy.

It was cool on the deck, and I sat there with my knitting and a cup of coffee and quietly watched and listened as the small birds flitted through the sunflowers, carrying on a conversation as to who was first in line and thus first served, and ignoring the fact that there was enough to go around - seeds galore for everyone.

Can you find the dozen or so little lady goldfinches lunching at the Sunflower Bar?



Or the ones who are putting up their feet and gossiping in the curly willow lounge - such chattering and twittering.....



Well, all whimsy aside, it was a quiet, serene and restful morning.