Disappearing act

Disappearing act

Dear blog readers,

If you remember anything from this year of outdoor adventures, do you know what it should be?  (In other words, Kathy, if you learn anything from this year of outdoor adventures, do you know what it should be?)  I have repeated this at least sixteen times and you poor readers will probably have to hear it ANOTHER sixteen times before the year ends.  You poor things.

But here it is, once again for anyone who is still reading after that first paragraph:  Do Not Believe Your Mind When It Tells You Not to Go Outside.  It will attempt to abort your opening the door and walking outside.  It will tell you, over and over again, often in a slight whine, “I don’t WANT to go outside. It’s too cold (substitute the current weather condition which might not look or feel optimal).”  If you believe that Mind you will stay inside.  I have too often believed that Mind before this year.

Today, Day 283, the thermometer said 44 degrees in the early afternoon.  The memory of yesterday’s cold and rain surfaced.  Momentary dislike for having to go outside surfaced.

And guess what?  After about three minutes of feeling slightly cold, it suddenly felt JUST RIGHT.  Once again, the Mind could not see accurately.  It was even pleasurable.  And, you know what?  I might even go outside tonight again and help split up yet another load of firewood.

So there, Mind.

Here are some pics from two evenings ago (or was it three?)  when I walked down by the lake.  Today I wanted to spare you more photos of garden produce and soggy leaves.  Except of course for the leaf which hangs above this blog.  It’s already posted, so it can stay. Here we go:

The lovely Huron Bay

The lovely Huron Bay

Log, water, earth, sky

Log, water, earth, sky

One thin reed

One thin reed

I actually could be babbling on, telling stories about the evening down by the lake, but let’s just let the pictures tell the story today.  You can supply any inner story-telling you like, if you want to imagine the feeling of spending an hour down on the lake during one of the last 70 degree evenings of September.  Of maybe the rest of 2009.  But we won’t go there in our story-telling, shall we?

Guess what these are, littered all over the sand.

Guess what these are, littered all over the sand.

Then, because we can’t really stand NOT to photograph leaves (it’s going to be an autumn of leaves, let me assure you!  Just like it was a winter of snow, and a spring of flowers and now it’s Glorious Leaf Season…)  here you go:

Leaf and sky and a lil bit of sun too

Leaf and sky and a lil bit of sun too

Here’s to autumn!  Let’s raise our apple cider to the sky and enjoy the glories (and, ahem, the colder days) of the season.

Love, Kathy

P.S.  8:15 p.m.  Just finished splitting another load of wood.  Only maybe two more to go!  I LOVE splitting wood.  Really.  Hope you didn’t believe any previous blogs you might have read.   🙂

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