There is a week in the fall when most of the trees have lost their leaves except for the poplars, and their leaves have turned bright yellow. The woods become black and grey with lace of gold mixed in. So beautiful! I took a walk yesterday afternoon and enjoyed this gold filigree, along with the quiet shades of tan, green, grey and brown this time of year. The sun was low as I set off, shining on this old fence post and frozen asters.
It is a two-mile walk, one mile up some easy hills to the corner, another even easier downhill back home. Across from my house is a swampy brushy area beloved of birds. At the top of the first and only strenuous hill I stopped to admire and photograph the poplars waving their gold leaves in the last of the sunshine.
By the time I reached the turnaround point and looked back west, dusk was creeping up, the sky settling down into dark. It was a quiet, peaceful walk.