“My very soul is wedded to it. If I were a bird, I would fly about the earth, seeking the successive autumns.”
Every year when the colors change and the trees turn to flame, I think of this quote by George Eliot. We hiked the south side of the North Fork, Eagle River. The orange and browns of the tundra, white lichen spotting the ground, black rock faces towering over hanging valleys, the moss berries under our feet, a mama moose and her offspring…kept us in a state of lasting awe. Autumn, the golden enchantment. Watching hawks ride the thermals, catching the warmer columns of air to lift them up without winging.
Oh, Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
Oh, Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
Delicious autumn! I love that quote and feel the same way… I enjoyed the glimpse of what autumn is like in your part of the world. We're looking forward to some apple-picking and leaf-peeping here in New England.
Wow Monica. I am transported.. Thank you for posting today. Love, Suzi
Thank you, friends. I am currently in Santa Fe where the light and colors are extraordinary. Most of all, the sun is glorious! Another one of those "I could live here" moments.