Four in the afternoon is a more pleasant time to take a walk in this season. It’s hard to stop whatever project I’ve gained some momentum on, but I was craving the outing…
…and that means I have established a good habit, which I consider a miracle.
It had been a few days since I had been on the creek path, enough time for more colors to appear, or to fade. The fennel has faded, even while its seeds are ripening.
While I was admiring the turning leaves, I spied a ladybug who had the same impulse as I, to catch the warm rays on its back.