What is it about my desire to post about the back lawn?
Maybe it’s because of the river birch as it slowly turns the color of fall, or the yellow leaves on the graceful turns of the foliage on the edge of the property.
Perhaps its the last of the apples to fall which haven’t been picked.
Or, it’s the late-season mushrooms that spring up in unexpected places.
It could be those crazy-cool squirrels, tails dancing as they dig to bury the nuts they later may find.
In a roundabout way, it could be the dwindling wood pile that will have to be topped up before the really cold weather hits.
One thing is for sure, it certainly, partially is the retiring of the mower as the grass hunkers down for the winter.
Maybe, in a time of bombast, it’s a reminder that the everyday scene I see just past my computer and the windows looking north is just that, not spectacular, certainly engaging, reminding me that slow change is sure change as the seasons change.