And me, without the energy to do it justice.
Yet equally without the will to stay indoors, I found myself on familiar ground.
Settling for the short walk to the quiet bench (instead of traipsing round the meadow);
To spend a good hour reveling in the glory of a late autumn afternoon;
Watching the leaves fall, opening up the sky piece by piece.
Tired, worn... happy.
Glad to declare one corner of the day well-spent.
Reynolda Gardens and Trails
*SoGD: the Stewardship of Glorious Days