Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly.
Delia Owens
They take their time and wander on
this their only chance to soar.
As I sat in my chair journaling this morning I glanced out my bedroom window to check out the action of autumn. The wind was gusting up to 17 mph so it was inviting the last of the leaves their chance to soar. I smiled as I watched them let go and lift off. There was no rhyme or reason to their flight patterns as they allowed the wind to let them wander on. I wonder, do they smile or squeal with glee as they are caught up in their chance to soar? And that caused me to smiled again. I hope you are enjoying your weekend!
4 Comments
Earl
It’s a lovely photo and lovely thoughts, Monte. Bonnie’s away for a distant birthday celebration, so it’s only Bentley and me here this weekend. Still, it’s been a good. However, Bentley might have another opinion, as I’ve been strict on his food sources and feedings. 😏
Monte Stevens
So does that mean Bentley is going to have a talk with Bonnie when she gets home?
Earl
Action speaks louder than words–as soon as Bonnie returned I was tossed over! 😲
Monte Stevens
Oh no, rejected!!! LOL