We set off to buy apples at a local orchard but the gate was closed.
We drove on. Hilly corn fields, century farms, fading woods.
Meandering brought us to a conservation area.
A path beckoned into the woods and opened onto a lovely pond
that reflected the woods in late autumn hues.
A gift.
To those of us who bemoan the passing of the seasons it is a reminder that each season has its own beauty. Perhaps we wish to stay in Spring, or early Summer, but a glance in the mirror shows Autumn underway. Hence our anxiety at the speed of life. The rolling of time takes us along. We cannot understand that when time stops for us that it really begins.
We purchased our apples, cauliflower, and some cheerful pumpkins at the local veggie stand.
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