Oh What A Beautiful Morning

There was no reason to move fast.

Items on the agenda were limited. I could putter.

An absolutely perfect fall morning was meant to be savored.

And it was.

Mowing season is over for me. The weed whacker was prepared for storage. The blower got new oil.

Yesterday I did some early chop and drop. Today baby trees and shrubberies in the danger zone from tree trimmers were tagged with bright orange tape.

The house next door was turned off.

We lounged.

It was a most perfect day.

There was a bit of a breeze and the leaves were falling fast. This peak of perfection will have passed by the time I wake up in the morning.

I give my peak two more days. There are a lot of mountains and valleys out there. Fall will linger yet in the nooks and crannies.

I'm ready for the tree trimming barbarians.

I plan to call tomorrow to again request a walk of the property before they start chopping.

I managed to hold them off long enough to get through a late fall.

I'll have to remember to say thank you again as I make a case for conscientious work.

The barren time is near, but that is no excuse for butchery.

Oh what a beautiful day.

It almost makes me forget my front end load washing machine broke.

We wait for freeze and frost, but beginning tomorrow the chop down of client's gardens will begin. I have a lot to do before winter arrives.

I only began to move when the sun made it over the mountain top. I love those kind of days.