fall shadows

the fairy forest



My morning walk is a necessary realignment of my thought processes.  As long as I am listening to the wind in the trees and seeing the patterns in the shadows of the sunlit trees, I am inclined to leave at home, any of the day to day got- to- dos.   And yet they somehow, are much more manageable when I get home.
And then there is nothing like the thrill of running to duck under the fence, while being chased by the cows  that Molly the wonder dog has irritated into a killer cow frenzy; to put you in a live in the moment kind of mindset.