There are rich counsels in the trees. ~Herbert P. Horne
Hello dear pets!
The weather is SO perfect, with all the lovely cool air, it has made me Homesick for the brilliant hues of Autumn slipping in, back in our beloved hills of Carolina. A day to pack and settle in the house-sitters, a few leisurely days on the open roads, heading East – and I’d be HOME.
By Sunday, we could be cocktailing on our deck, watching the play of colors across the tops of acient hardwoods, as the sun slowly set over the horizon. Three hundred and forty five days, I’ve stared out over this expanse of Texas, so flat and dry, I ache for something green and lush, and soothing.
Ah, if only I could. No, not this Fall – there are Home Fires that need tending, and gardens to make ready for the Winter. Instead of dragging about this big ole house and wishing for the place I cannot be, I’m going to enjoy this cold snap, and search out some local spots, where the trees break the Big Texas sky.
No, there won’t be Black Oaks, or Dogwoods in blazing reds and oranges, or cool streams gently lapping at the shore. No, but I will have Live Oaks and Laceback elms, doing their best - to shine through the thick tangles of Mesquite, obstructing the view.
I’ll gather the most vibrant fallen leaves around me and let my soul air-out on the wings of the gaggle of southward geese, and return to me, refreshed and renewed. I know when I can see the forrest, dispite some trees, I will find peace, in these foothills of Texas.
If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.
Kahlil Gibran
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