Tuesday, October 04, 2011
the changing scenery
I'm really enjoying seasons here again. I remember in Texas, that is one of the things I missed the most was having real seasons. I didn't mind the heat so much and I didn't mind not having freezing cold weather. I missed the snow some, but I'd forgotten how much of our life was marked by the changing of the seasons until we came back. The air and light changes, the trees change, the entire landscape is undergoing it's slow transformation before winter hits in full force. I've actually heard people here say that they look forward to winter or a kid say that winter was his favorite season. Now I won't go quite that far- but there is a bit of a festive air that the colder temps bring. I was very pleased that Brian was the first to say this, not me! I think it's quite a positive sign that he called our first night frost "festive" and not "miserable, horrid and sign of another arduous winter"- you know, something along those lines! The first time that I saw the train rolling along through the hills beyond the lake, I thought Thomas Kincaid had probably drawn inspiration from this little piece of the planet.
I noticed from this vantage point that you could see Fort Qu'Appelle nestled between Echo lake and Mission Lake. It's so very amazing to live here for someone like me who LOVES water!!! So many of us who live in town think it a bit funny how people are gagga over having a house ON the lake (one of the 4 lakes that is). The houses ON a lake cost crazy amounts of money, way, WAY more than the houses in town. And then when it flooded, we were all thinking how thankful we were to not be on the lake. Yeah, I don't have to be that close I kept thinking. Of course, then I visit a friend or two who live on the lake and I take it all back!!! Even with the threat of flooding or the big winds, or the constant fear of my kids drowning in the yard (that would be a biggie), it would be so crazy cool to have my coffee out on the lake and go for a swim or a little canoe/Kayak excursion from my yard! But I'll settle for in town and frequent visits. My artist dates pretty much consist of a trip to where I can see the water and look at the birds and immerse myself (physically or just mentally) in the blue.
This was again on the ridge over looking our town. I "borrowed" a bike and had a blast going on a little adventure all on my own.
You can see some of the reds and oranges speckling the hills.
The wind was blowing a bit and I thought the grasses so beautiful as they swayed in unison to the unseen force.
Posted by Madame Angela Baggett at 10:06 AM