“I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house.”
I’m with you, Mr. Hawthorne. Hence my spontaneous afternoon trip to a wildlife sanctuary on Friday. My husband and I chose a short hike through a meadow.
At first glance, it didn’t look like much. No trees boasting spectacular oranges and reds, no large, foraging mammals to watch.
But if you paid attention, the fields were full of subtle color and fragrance, and the air was alive with busy insects—myriad kinds of bees, butterflies, and grasshoppers. Transformations of texture surrounded us: bright flower petals were now downy seed transports, supple grass blades had become whispering dry stalks, once-green seed pods hung brittle and brown from trees.
Wherever you are, I hope you, too, get a chance to explore the sunshine and creations of the season.