... as the season changes
The birch trees are bare, with a background of blue sky and wonderful wispy white clouds. The burning bushes are sporting only small red berries and the wild rose bush looks like a mysterious jumble of twigs and branches.
The temperature is 40 degrees and the wind is blowing at 25 to 30 miles per hour. The bare branches move erratically to the pushing and shoving of the fast moving breezes.
The only constant are the green trees across the lake, solid as a wall against the weather and wind.
The lake moves eastward at this time of day searching for the elusive sun.
Blue Jays and Chickadees stop at the feeders and the woodpeckers spend time at the suet feeder outside my bedroom window. It is fall going to winter and the fireplace is warm and magical in the evening hours.
I will be gone a few months and when I come back the lake will be frozen and there will be snow on the ground. I will light the fireplace and look across the lake to the tall green trees.
December 4, 2015