I woke early this morning to the light rumble of distant thunder and the tap of raindrops on the window sill. As I ate my oatmeal, the rain softened and the woods beckoned. Few moments are as peaceful as a walk among the trees after a rain. There is a serenity that begs me to walk slowly, to tread softly and to notice.
From the leaves on the ground to the goldenrod in the neighboring fields, all was soaked and steeping. The smell was rich and sweet, like the earth was brewing tea.
The beech leaves, thin and papery, were gradually fading to brown.
The light was magical from below.
Some leaves were dusted with droplets…
While others collected private pools.
And still others were brilliantly overwhelmed.
The rain enhanced the color of more than leaves.
Some leaves, like those of this holly tree, will remain evergreen.
And it never hurts to have a gentle friend like Sam along for a walk,
especially if he’s a spoon dog.