The colors turn, and so must I away to Boulder. But before I go, a visual tale of closing days’ activities, including a languorous tour of the compound.
An incredible evening sky:
Final harvesting:
And what followed the harvest?
green tomato/jalapeno enchilada sauce:
and luscious, ripe tomatoes simmering in another pot:
Closing up the Honeybee, which had a plethora of unwelcome dead:
Walking the land on a b-e-a-utiful fall day:
the creek-side bench:
no identification needed:
a very low creek bed:
heading onto the trail:
what’s around the bend? the beaver ponds!
a trail marker:
and further along:
back to the beginning of the trail ring:
and (breaking on through) to the other side:
my personal favorite: who knew hip bones could double as a face mask?
back to a fishing hole I spotted while on the walk – perfect due to the low level of the creek. I cast in my line and catch one immediately!
Another on my fourth cast, but the (not so) little bugger eats the fly. Still, big grin on my face, I head up the path to tell Michael, who immediately had to come and check it out for himself. Lo and behold, he catches a beauty on his first cast:
Everybody’s smiling now. We head back to enjoy the 3(+) stooges(stages) of corn from the garden:
Carry-on suitcase all packed up:
And I find myself comprised of layers. Physical, emotional and psychological. And one of those layers, deep in my subconscious, is not at all happy about the upcoming change on Tuesday. But then I remember that’s from the perspective of leaving – like it formerly made me anxious to leave the water’s surface when diving and thinking about all the oxygen that I was leaving behind. A shift in perspective and I am looking forward, toward where I’m headed, and that brings a smile to my face and much joy to the layers.
So let it be written…so let it be done.