With faint dry sound
Fall always seems to be a time for quiet reflection, especially if you can find a place to be alone.
Sometimes not saying anything is the best answer…
…there are no misquotes in silence. The blog silence this summer hasn’t been due to an exceptional event but more a simple decision to take some time off and embrace saying nothing. Perhaps I’ll be inclined to speak more to this later, or not, but I am enjoying some fine fall colors. I hope you…
The next chapter…landing the plane
Recently I’ve written a number of posts on the subject of Bonnie and me wanting to relocate, to change our lives somehow, to discover more about ourselves and learn more about the world around us. We find ourselves in a period of transition — not quite old enough to fully retire and not mentally ready or willing to just wait until we are.
Fall getaway, 2014
This past weekend it was off to the North Carolina Mountains at the invitation of friends to join them in their mountain cabin. It’s a little less then a three hour drive
Forest floor give away
The last couple of weeks on my morning walks I’ve noticed clear signs of fall, not in the trees but on the forest floor. Viewing the trees/forest from any distance and you can’t discern much change but the leaves falling from certain trees giveaway the season quickly approaching.