Isn’t it nice when Sunday is actually a sunny day? We’ve really had a pretty terrific weekend here, weather-wise. Our temperatures have risen into the sixties and Summer’s come back for one more kiss.
There was heavy rain late in the night, so the driveway was a lake and gray skies persisted when first I dragged myself from beneath the purring pile of cat and covers.
There was some wonderful coffee and telephone fellowship to get the day going nice and easy and to give the sun a chance to shine through…although I had plenty to fill the day with, I also wanted to get outside and do something to celebrate the beautiful day.
Here, by the way, is the mirror left behind for me by the previous tenants. I love the flower shape and it’s just the right size to fit above the bathroom sink and further brighten up that sort of narrow space. I’ll need to pick up some serious brackets to support it. Oh…and reflected in the mirror is the dining room table, for which I got new screws today, so that’s well assembled and ready for use. Still settling out the whole overall plan for the room, but I’ve got some good and even exciting ideas and I’ll keep you in the loop.
The cat and I laid out the other rug in the dining room and we opened a few windows and the door to the porch to let in some fresh air as the day continued to swell. And that’s when I heard the hawk. Camera at hand, I headed out onto the porch and eventually spotted the great bird, occasionally splitting the air with one of those trademark shrieking calls.
After snapping a few photos from the height of the Nest, I found myself drawn across the back lawn, trying to find a closer vantage for another photo of the hawk and I was drawn down into the back corner of the yard where the sloping land funnels into the Path of Justice.
Beyond the trees seen from my east-facing deck is the local courthouse and it’s large parking lot. A wonderful path from our yard to this larger parking lot has been maintained for the comfort and convenience of summer barbecue guests. And it was this path the day led me along, drawing me into another world as surely as Alice’s rabbit hole transported
It’s a short path, but visually pretty interesting, with a variety of plantlife sharing the area. And then, after a few moments in cool shade, there’s the other world of the parking lot.
It sounds a little silly, perhaps, to be transported to a parking lot from my green back yard and find nature there.
But it was the parking lot and surrounding wooded areas that the hawk had its eye on. The trees, of which there are many and of great variety and color, were alive with birds, no doubt stopping by the Cape during their autumn migration to warmer climates. We get a lot of such visitors this time of year.
And because of the hawk’s presence, they were more heard than seen, keeping themselves hidden in the flaming colors of the autumn trees and evergreen boughs. I could hear the familiar sounds of chickadees and robins and there were many other birds seen only in furtive flurries and at a distance. I hadn’t thought to bring my binoculars along with me, so it quickly became a walk that was more about the fantastic fall foliage as it was about birding.
And so I wandered along the perimeter of the parking area, hoping for glimpses of birds and letting the season’s bright colors play in the sunshine, teasing my eyes.
I suppose the walk was a celebratory treat, though I had forgotten until just now that today was my 100th Day of A Cigarette Free Life.
And anyway, when fall gives you a day as brilliant as this one, you just have to get out there and soak up those colors. It’s like money in your emotional bank for the dim days of winter.
The bittersweet vines wove their way through this bit of evergreen, their yellow berries only just now drying enough to crack open and reveal their persimmon interiors.
As the far side of the parking area wraps around the courthouse, it brushes against a wetland area and the curls around adjacent to a wild median area along the edge of the Cape Cod Rail Trail bike path.
There’s a lot of variety growing in that area, a combination of native plants and things which have been planted purposefully, or just brought in by birds and other creatures.
For a walk through a parking lot, it really was a beautiful stroll and I managed to feel excited and refreshed without really having strayed at all far from home. Which was good, because all too soon it was time to make my way across the great parking lot and back to the along the path back to the Nest.
As the laws of Murphy indicate, once I was safely back in the Nest, the hawk I’d gone searching for in the first place revealed itself once more.
The chrysanthemums along the fence are blooming happily just now and the late season afternoon son was just right on them when I got back from my walk. I just love Cape Cod light.
I feel a little guilty that I’ve not given these plants a little more in the way of tender loving care this fall. I just sort of tugged them out of their comfy home and stuffed them into the ground here, before dashing off to a hundred other things…and they have responded admirably well to such despicable treatment.
This puts them solidly in the column marked Blessings, if you are keeping score.
I was able to accomplish a few other things with the afternoon, although in general things seem to still classify as a charming but tidy mess here at the Nest. I’ve decided that having the place full set up and settled into is a reasonable goal for the first day of the new year, and anything sooner will be some extra treat.
I did get out for a bit of grocery shopping late in the day, coinciding, actually, with sunset. Since I’d no perishables amongst my purchases, I was able to follow the sun to the beach – First Encounter, actually – and the bay without having to stop at home to unload parcels.
It was a nice sunset…and possibly one of the last I’ll get to enjoy this year in without a jacket.