Now that it’s November, I should most definitely write a post about the first of October. Goodness, I wouldn’t be behind or anything…just letting all the words and posts float around in my brain till they are perfected (rolling of eyes).
We had a glorious week and a half of Indian summer in October, which more than made up of the rainy, cold, end of September. One afternoon when everyone had finished school, I sent the two oldest boys to mow at Great Grandma’s house and I took the youngest two out behind our house for a nature walk.
When I was a little girl and we visited my grandparents, my sisters and I would spend hours playing in the pasture where Grandpa grazed his cows. I would have never guessed back then that someday I would live right next to that piece of land that holds so many wonderful memories for me.
These days there aren’t any cows, my dad owns the property, and it has grown thick with Junipers, trees, and grasses, but it is still magical.
There are many places to explore. Hidey holes created by low lying trees. Streams and swampy areas. Places so thick you have to crawl to get through them. (No easy feat for a momma totin’ a camera and who has a few inches more height to her person.)
Lots to discover. Animal prints and dens. Flowers and rocks. Leaves and moss.
And much to admire.
When the trek and exploration of the “pasture” is accomplished you always end up at Great Grandma’s.
Emptying boots is required!
Kimberly at A Fresh Perspective is starting a Wednesday meme called Wild and Wonderful Wednesday:
Kimberly says: “To play along all you need to do is link up your wild and/or wonderful photo(s) from the past week or so. Wild could be some beautiful flowers, a gorgeous landscape, an adorable critter, or even your wild and crazy kid(s)! And wonderful could be anything you think is wonderful. As you can imagine, I'm pretty flexible. I just want you to show off your incredible photos!”
Here’s my photo….I took this back in the beginning of October during those gloriously warm days. I loved the life and bright color in the Morning glories contrasted by the dead seed heads of the Coneflowers.