My life has suddenly become busy with new adventures and even as I head out to hike my mind is buzzing. The crunch of autumn leaves along the trail is the melody to the hum in my mind of the new language I am beginning to learn. The Forest floor and trails are blanketed with the rust of fallen leaves from which Tree sculptures rise up in a ballet of twisting bending limbs. As I move up West Mountain I see a faint movement in the distance. Poking out from between two leaf draped Rocks is a tiny nose and pair of eyes. Soon an entire head appears, a sweet Chipmunk wiggles its nose then dives back into a hiding place below.
Like beautiful jewels the rust leaves below my feet glow in the early morning light. Adding to the color of the landscape are the last of the summer and autumn leaves. Glorious intermittent splashes of red, green, yellow and brown decorate the trail edges. Nature has thrown a beautiful pallet of color on the Mountain. It was a perfect cool crisp winter morning below a vibrant blue sky.
Much Love to ALL!