Autumn on the Cape
A day of absolutely glorious, dreary fall New England weather. It's been misting and raining throughout the day, never enough to run for cover -- just enough to get you wet if you stay out in it long enough. And it's chilly too -- just in the upper 50s. Really, I love this time of year, even though it's a harbinger of the bone-chilling cold of winter. Makes me feel a lot more alive and vital than the brow-sopping days of summer do. I'm sure it's a genetic thing that harkens back to my ancestor's days in the British Isles.
Anyway, I went out for a walk this morning with our neighbor Lori, as I try to almost every day, and we went for a brisk circuit around the neighborhood, down to the pond, then out to the adjoining cranberry bog. I was overwhelmed by just how pretty the scenery is. The leaves here haven't turned, except for some trees that turn early, but there's still a lot of beauty -- on the shores of the pond, on the bog, and around. Very picturesque Cape Coddy type stuff. I'm hoping to get out there with a camera in the next few days and shoot some exposures to see if I can capture it at all.
Bonnie had to work today, so she took the van. In other words, the boys and I are housebound. Emmeline was whisked off to her after school program by a new transportation company (that showed up almost half an hour late). Let's hope they do a better job of getting her home.