November
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November!
- Thomas Hood
Camera in hand we ambled our way around the Norway Myr ( meer ), only a couple of blocks away from home. Bella, the girl with endless energy to burn, bounded down the trail in a flurry of grey and white fluff.
It was a grey, and cloudy day, normal for November, but a balmy 50 degrees. Most of autumn's vivid foliage has long been gone, but we spotted one tree, still sporting its glorious golden splendor. As I walked beneath it, I felt enclosed by its golden leaves, which spread like a canopy above me and a blanket below me.
As Mom snapped random pictures of fall porch displays an older woman opened her door and quietly but suspiciously asked, " What is your motive?"
Mom, startled, replied, " I'm just taking pictures of our walk. I can delete them if you want."
The woman responded, " No, that's okay," and closed her door.
We were homeward-bound, when raindrops lightly sprinkled us. Josh and I zoomed ahead, but Mom hung back to shoot more pictures. Josh said, "I'm waiting for Mom," but I DIDN'T want to get wet, so I rushed home. We were gone 2 hours. What a shock! Bella flopped down on her pillow, exhausted and dirty from her naughty jump in the pond! After that extended recess, it was time to jump head-long back into the books.
( Note: Sorry, this was supposed to be posted right after our walk, which was November!, so here it is finally posted in January! )
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2 comments:
Wow...nice poem hannah
Thanks a lot Randy!
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