In contemplating my long term attachment to Fall, it dawns on me that the season presents with all of my favorite earth tone colors, more intensified and vibrant. The lack of heat makes distance walking more of a pleasure, no mosquitos, no ticks, just beauty and the beginning of the great bird migration featuring arctic-based fine feathered friends who come south in search of seed crops. The Juncos and Redpolls being the most prominent in the Upper Peninsula. The Juncos have been present at Rauhallinen Farm for almost three weeks now, so I suspect you should have them in Niles by now (hope you moved your bird feeding station from Marcellus). I have been dallying in taking down the gardens, even enjoying their post-mortem beauty. Dead Purple Cone Flowers have a stark presence that is quite unearthly in the early evening light. Benny is quite pleased that the perennial beds are leveled in his backyard as it gives him a better odds at nabbing his enemies, the chipmunks, ground squirrels, and red squirrels. I will be fulfilling an annual Fall ritual this weekend. We will be traveling up to the Keweenaw, all the way to Copper Harbor on Saturday for a photographic outing featuring mining ruins, leaf peeping, and architecture. I have been traveling this peninsula that my great grandparents migrated to from Montreal in the late 1800's for many decades and always remain mystified and intrigued at the variety of uncommon subjects. Not to mention the opportunity for lunch at Lindell's Soda Fountain in Lake Linden, a turn of the century soda fountain and café with all original oak interior.
Love is no respecter of age or practicality
Neither morality: unabashed
She enters where she will
Unheeding that her immortal fires
Burn up human hearts...
~Phillip Pulfrey, from Beyond Me, www.originals.net