And since we could see color change on the mountains surrounding Salt Lake City, we made a point of heading out to hike around and enjoy the scenery last Saturday right after we visited the Farmer's Market.
Care to come along?
Oh do...it will be fun!
Bernie in his Switzerland bought orange tee shirt fit right in with all the colors.
These leaves felt like suede on the back. I walked holding one, rubbing my fingers against the soft texture.
Lines from a poem comes to mind:
'Spring and Fall, to a Young Child'
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
-- Gerard Manley Hopkins
No grieving here however. While autumn is often a melancholy time for some folk, I myself am having a great time!
The path was STEEP!
The pink flowers seemed dressed out of season.
(I felt a little peculiar about taking the cabin pictures; the last time I took pictures of housing structures was down in Galveston. Remember the beach house with the fish shaped mail box and wave picket fence? All gone...Ike shattered them to pieces. I hold my breath as I shoot this picture, hoping nothing will ever come to harm it....)
I find it challenging to try to remember to look up as well as at the rocky path and the colorful trees all around us. Love the cloud design.
Looking down the trail, across to another mountain in the Wasatch range. So much color on the path, and the mountain afar as well.
Don't you love it when trees pleach and form a cathedral like room?
I shot pictures out the side side window as we drove along.
Monet would be proud!
(We went and saw an art exhibit of the Impressionists from Monet to Picasso two weeks ago; their art is still on my mind....)
picnicking families were either packing up or enjoying a wiener roast in the various picnic sites. My mouth was watering for a hot dog about then!
I LOVE living in Salt Lake City in the fall!