I love when mornings begin to turn crisp with a slight chill in the air. I open my patio door and step out, just to breathe in the brisk atmosphere. Overcast skies don't dampen my spirits!
Across the parking lot, I see the frost atop the next building, quietly laying there unnoticed by the building occupants comfy within. I see tiny foot prints across the roof marring the frost layer; birds have been hunting their morning's fare, hopping from the rooftop to the pine tree and back again.
After my steaming coffee is finished, I don my warm jacket and sturdy shoes, setting out for a morning walk, down the parking lot toward the green space.
Covered in colorful leaves, I almost cannot see the trail beginning, but I have been here often. The crunch under my feet marks the beginning of the path. Down the incline, closer to the watershed, I begin to hear the rustle and peep of a chickadee in the trees. I look up and wonder how many of them I can spot this morning. Are they scurrying to fill their larders for winter or scrambling for the morning meal? I wonder.
I enjoy the end of a flourishing summer season, the wind-down of all the garden bounty! At the end of my walk, I am inspired to decorate my table, to bring the outdoors inside my small space--grateful for the colors of autumn and the anticipation of the holidays!
Note: this post was done for a Blogging Business Artisans challenge.
