ladykatza

Poplars are always the first ones to change colour. At the barest hint of fall they turn bright yellow and hang out for much longer than the maple, dogwood, or oak. And you have to love the maple for its brilliant reds and oranges.

I was musing over this observation walking back from taking Simon to the bus stop. The bus comes at 7:10 a.m., just in time for the sun to peak over the trees. The air is cold, crisp and a bit of woodsmoke still lingered. Its those combination of things that always makes me want to go camping. Its sad to think that in order for my children to really understand how many stars there are in the sky we must drive 100 miles away from the nearest large city or medium sized town. I hope to do that soon while they are still young enough to be amazed and delighted by such a sight.

Current Mood:  nostalgic