On cold, rainy mornings, the dogs are the last ones to get out of bed. Here they are, watching my husband get ready for work. Don't they look like they are thinking, "What's this guy doing? It's clearly a day for staying in bed."
Later when the clouds cleared we headed out into the woods, where all the leaves have fallen and have formed ankle-deep drifts of red and brown. I spied the last of the asters and mushrooms and thought about how these things will soon be covered in thick blankets of snow. Everything will look white and blank, but underneath, there is still life, dormant, waiting for the thaw.
November is humble, unassuming. Earthy tones and glistening fallen leaves. Globes of mistletoe and bird's nests in tree tops. As Gladys Taber said, "The leaves are down...we see more sky." Isn't that an optimistic view on things?
I've been so busy with our new home and my etsy shop, the dogs and household. Life. But I wanted to share a few photographs of that walk along a muddy path, in the solitude of the forest. I was so consumed by it's quiet beauty.
As hectic as life is right now, I take the time every day to be with Nature. I have the dogs to thank for that, I truly do.
missing you all,
xoxo country girl