There are surely few things that are quite as fine as a brilliant, late Fall afternoon.
In New England.
Coming back from Greenwich yesterday, we diverted…
…just a side trip but what a treat!
Small farms and ponds tucked into gentle hills
How had we not been here before?
Only minutes from home!
A world of bucolic splendour.
“Look Daisy, tourists!”
How could one ever explain the sheer joy of Fall to a blind child?
What a privilege is sight!
Could one associate colours with a particular texture?
Orange would be something warm, chenille perhaps?
How to explain light and dark?
Hot and cold fluid, perhaps…
…then how to describe dappled sunlight?
Perhaps warm spray from a shower head?
How to convey the feeling of pursuing a narrow country lane through golden woods?
The anticipation of what lies ahead?
How to explain the canopy, far above?
and the carpet below?
How could one describe the intermingling of colours and textures on a sunlit hill?
Now I think taste must be employed.
Honey. I think honey must be the taste of Fall.
Once, a long time ago, I had a chance to learn what it is to be blind. I was aboard a ship in Antarctica and completely wrapped in my own experience.
There was a young blind woman on that cruise with her husband. They were birders. I believe those two may have got more from that cruise than any of us that were sighted.
How much could I have learned by talking to that couple?
But I was far too shy, far too afraid of offending.
The trees around my house have shed almost all their leaves, but for one that clings to it’s bright yellow crown.
Just over the hill, though, it’s a different scene.
We followed a narrow road…
…and suddenly arrived at someone’s farm…
…where a peacock came to greet us!
It wasn’t posted as a private road and we did not want to trespass, so we quickly turned around as the peacock strutted and I was given no chance of a decent photograph of the beautiful bird.
Peacocks are good guard animals and they help control insects and rodents.
Perhaps we should acquire one.
Wouldn’t that give the cats pause!
We toodled back down our golden pathway
enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun and the very slight chill behind it.
Before we got home, there were a few more lovely sights which I will save for now and I’ll leave you with the waning moon…