"All the leaves are down...

...we see more sky." -Gladys Taber

I find late autumn very interesting; it really mirrors early spring. No leaves, a strong wind, wet marshy fields, and lots of wide open sky. 

This morning the wind was coming down the hill with such a force that it felt as if it was going through me. It was amazingly invigorating and refreshing, and seemed to clean out every bit of funk and emotional dirt that I had in me. I kept gulping in deep breaths of that cold wind as it slapped my hair against my face and sent leaves tumbling accross the field for Kiki to chase. I almost felt reborn by the time I reached the hilltop!

And there they were, the mighty oak and the delicate birch, naked and bare, ready for ice and frost and chill. There are berries and a few single papery leaves still clinging to branches and shrubs here and there. And where did all the fallen leaves go? They seem to have disappeared completely; either sunken into the hungry earth or flown on the wind to a distant country. Who knows? 

Thanksgiving day after tomorrow...and many things to be thankful for. Family, warm home, nourishing bounty, time for simple pleasures and walks in nature, paints and brushes and good quality paper just waiting for me to use them...I intend to as soon as possible.

Love to you all!

xo