Peculiar and inexhaustible influence
“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn–that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence…” — Jane Austen
Monday, the day before yesterday, was a hard one for us. We had a long discussion with the liver surgeon, and the full reality of what Jeff is facing was sobering. He had to stay at Bethesda for extensive cardiac testing– a precaution due to the risky nature of his upcoming all-day surgery– and Matt and I went on home, picking Jeff up at the metro station at the end of the day. Despite our worries, it was impossible not to notice what a gloriously beautiful day it was, unseasonably warm and sunny.
On the way home, Jeff and I talked of how stunning the trees looked, despite many of them having lost their leaves. He decided to take Matt to the gym while they still both felt able to go, and I took my walk while they were there, enjoying the perfect weather and breathtaking autumn beauty. The sun was lighting up the colors to almost electric levels. I took my camera so I could bring you along with me on my walk. All these photos were taken within a mile of my home, along my usual routes for daily 2-mile walks. None have been digitally enhanced to improve the color (partly because I don’t have time to fool with photo editing tonight).
The foliage is dazzling, and the sky is a beautiful blue!
The photo above is taken at the corner of our street.
Lots of neighbors and their dogs are out walking, but it’s spacious and quiet.
Sometimes I just stop and stand there, looking up!
I think the leaves even look pretty on the ground.
Almost home! You can see the roofs of our townhome row in the distance.
This trail runs right behind where we live.
Home again. Come inside for a cup of afternoon tea!
One year ago today:
A year later, these are words we still need to keep in mind…
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