The sound of the black powder rifle is still ringing in my ears even though it has been 20 minutes or so since I heard it. This sound makes me glad that I didn’t choose to go for my usual walk to the stream this afternoon. The stream has other concerns these days as we are one day into hunting season. It is my least favorite time of year…I am on the fence about hunting in general, but I definitely don’t want to be physically anywhere near where it is happening. It could be detrimental to my health.
So I am going to spend the time getting to posts that have been on the back burner. Max, never one to mince words, says “Finally…it’s about damn time. NOW can you write about our walk last week…and don’t forget to put in lots of pictures of me, you know that people find cats way more interesting than the silly nature stuff you usually post.” And I, the dutiful cat owner, say “of course Max…whatever you want”
So here goes.
We met at the prayer flags. They are totally bleached, but I figure that they are still blowing blessings far and wide so it’s not time to change them yet.
Max asked me where we were going so I turned around and pointed. “There” I said.
“Then I should come and protect you against anything scary.” I was glad to have his company.
Our first stop was to check the ribbon piece (which, incidentally, is still waiting for the last two pieces to come home from the painter’s). They are still beautifully pink. In the yellow orange light of the late afternoon sun, they actually glowed.
I took some pictures of ordinary leaves because I was in an ordinary mood.
And then, because even ordinary things have interesting moments, I got mesmerized by one leaf that was being affected by the wind.
Max was still with me although he was disgusted at my fascination for something so mundane as a leaf. He has more important things on his mind.
We made it all the way down to the bottom of the hill before I found more things to take pictures of.
The bittersweet is still there, although it is starting to show its age.
Max made sure that the stream is still there…
…and then took a moment to hang out on my shoe, one of his favorite spots.
Since I couldn’t move, I decided to take a photo of the end of a November day.
Max, being a cat, must take many breaks.
So I went off without him, around the corner to check on the Winterberry and Chokeberry. They are still there and still beautiful and still too far away for me to get close to.
Wondering where Max had gone while I was off on an adventure, I called him. I shouldn’t have wondered. He was right where I left him.
I waited for him to catch up.
Dogs barked in the distance which is always cause for concern.
At this point I found one of the most fun things on the walk. Three water beads on a blade of grass. I realize that this might sound a little insane but for me it was a mini-magical moment that was all mine. I will share it with you because I am that sort of person. Max, of course, was not terribly impressed. He sees them all the time.
Then I started walking back over some black walnuts that have been on the ground a good long while. My not-so-inner artist came out and I had to play with them.
Max, knowing it might be a while, went to check out the brambles but didn’t find anything. I continued to play.
I won’t have this ability for too much longer, most of the walnuts look like this…the squirrels have been busy.
As we came back up the hill towards the house, Max decided he needed one more break.
The light was waning, the air was growing colder so we parted at the prayer flags and made a date for another walk…some time after hunting season. You are invited too…