Karl and I went for a drive yesterday. The landscape looks more like November, with muted colors, many leaves on the ground, and bare trees already.
Always lovely. Always a gift to see the seasons as they are, and as they change.
The photos by Karl of the cotoneaster hedge are from our yard a few years ago. I like how the first one shows part of the birch tree that I write about so often. The photo of the flowers shows one of the cloths from my family on the little table. I think this one may have been from my great-Aunt Marie. She also worked in special education. As I was reflecting with Karl yesterday, my path as a teacher for many years seemed my destiny. I will always be grateful that I could give 20 years to special education. All of the children had special gifts. I worked with many good people, and am still in touch; grateful for friendships. Seasons of life too. I played school when I was a child.
How are the seasons where you are?
Hope you have a beautiful week, Ellen