Yesterday afternoon, my DH, daughter Elise, and I went on an autumnal picture-taking excursion up Long Run Road. While we bounced along the pothole pocked mountain road and they snapped photos, I kept a watch out for Big Foot–yes, supposedly the Allegheny Mountains have their own kind of the furry ape-man–and space aliens. Ever since I watched Alien Abduction on Amazon instant movies, and thought it was dang near a documentary, until I said ‘WTH?’, I’ve kept a sharp eye out while in the mountains–or my yard. Apparently, those creepy aliens are everywhere. I don’t, however, recommend running screaming through the woods to escape them. Unless they have heat seeking detection ability, hiding until morning, when their widespread presence lessens, seems a better option. As to Big Foot, I keep up with the latest documentaries. The last one I watched had terrific eye-witness accounts. Now, if they could just produce the big guy.
I know. Outings with me are fraught with adventure, whether there actually is any, or not. And I’m plotting a fantasy series set in the mountains–have been for several years.
“Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.”
― William Cullen Bryant
“Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.” ― Chad Sugg
“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn–that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness–that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion
“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.”
― Jim Bishop
“There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.”
― Joe L. Wheeler‘
Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter. ~Carol Bishop Hipps, “October,” In a Southern Garden, 1995
Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees….
Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream…
~Ernest Dowson, “Autumnal”
***Dennis took a pic of Elise taking pics