Aspens reflect the change of seasons from summer, to fall, to winter, each year in October. I decided to document their graceful transition.
Silvery gray and white bark, leaves still the deep green of late summer, poised and waiting for fall rains.
The understory bushes are starting to turn colors, but the aspens are still waiting. Not a breath of wind stirs their leaves today, it is all quiet in the grove. Aspen groves can live for thousands of years, watching the change of the seasons and the activities of their inhabitants with patience and mild interest.
Last night a Great Gray Owl came calling, talking in the grove about the flavors of mice. Chickadees and Kinglets flit around the leaves high in the canopy. Snowshoe Hares scamper among the roots. Deer and bear still forage for ripening fruits and berries clinging to bushes which share the grove with the Aspens.
Across the valley on the hillside, the grass is dry and waiting for winds to scatter their seeds.
A bountiful harvest for Goldfinches awaits their arrival.
Today our project is to replace a window in the basement. We’ll see if we actually feel like doing that today or tomorrow. Feeling lazy at the moment, but no guarantees we’d feel less lazy tomorrow, and this afternoon (so far), it isn’t raining.