One misty moisty morning

[westerling]

Another lovely walk this morning. Last night we had our first frost of any note, although despite predictions, it wasn't a killing frost. Yesterday I'd picked all of the tomatoes and all of the rhubarb we had left (7 bags of rhubarb, by the Jesus!). G. helped and asked me a bunch of questions about the planets and the solar system.

As the sun melted last night's frost, it dripped sparkling from the trees. Surprisingly, a few crickets were still singing in the sunlight, and birds are now seriously on the move. A few of the trees have lost leaves only on parts of branches, and thus look a little like assymetrical topiary, or shaved poodles. I was giddy with the day, with the sunlight and the plentiful spiderwebs; the rhythms of the trees and the symphonic finale of wind and bugs and birds, the waves of autumn color finally asserting themselves. In a moment like this, I feel like I could, in a flash, achieve Oneness and disintegrate into the landscape; just disappear and become energy without form.

So, yeah, it was a good walk.

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[cloacabutt.livejournal.com]

wow.