It was so beautiful outside last Sunday.
A perfect afternoon.
Water called to me.
I needed a change of scenery.
A water view always helps.
We do have a beautiful lake - our local reservoir - just a 15 minute
drive from home.
Falls Lake is a 12,410 acre reservoir located in Durham, Wake,
and Granville counties in North Carolina, United States. Falls Lake extends
28 miles up the Neuse River to its source at the confluence of the Eno, Little,
and Flat rivers.
We parked and had to walk up a wooded incline to the lake and dam.
Very few people were there. . . . . . several hawks were circling overhead.
Nobody was fishing despite the lake being well stocked with several
types of fish. One kayak passed silently by - I wished I was paddling it!
The clouds were beautiful and didn't stop the sun from shining down on us.
A light long tunic sweater over leggings was comfortable.
Not a lot of color in the trees yet but now that the nights are getting colder
this will be changing. May have to go back this coming weekend to see
We took a little bench break.
At the last minute before leaving home, I'd tucked a tiny bottle of chilled
Chardonnay (from a recent wedding we attended) and two small glasses
in a bag. Just a few sips each in the sun, cheering the day - but I did cling
to Bob's arm as we cautiously clambered back down through the
wooded area, just in case I tripped!
Next time I'll make a Thermos of tea as it will be much colder I'm sure.
Back at the cottage things are changing.
Bob's efforts to keep the leaves picked up under the fig tree, plus the huge
acorn fall from the oaks have kept him busy and bending!
Now all the leaves are off the fig and the birds are busy feeding again.
The lanterns in the tree are replenished with new battery operated
candles, set to light earlier now the evenings are drawing in.
Sunset here is currently at 6:20 pm - then darkness falls.
Already, the pungent smell of evening wood fires wafts through the
neighborhood. We have yet to light our fire but will prepare for this
favorite winter change in the cottage over the coming weekend.
The chimney was swept last spring and we just have to bring the
fireplace tools, fire screen and hearth rug down from the attic.
As I've said before, I love this time of year.
“I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.”----- F. Scott Fitzgerald.