Today, here in the mountains, there is a pre-winter stillness. No wind, to be felt or heard. Most of the birds have migrated and only the sounds of the river penetrate the silence.
The river has much to say, not in words, but with messages from the earth and rocks that it passes over. Oh, to be able to hear them as clearly as others once did. This is an invitation to stop, to sense, to observe and have gratitude for solitude and nature.
I'm taking a break from getting ready for winter, breathing in the serenity and solitude, on perhaps the last warm day. I'm eating wild rose hips, rich with vitamin C and although past their prime, still delicious, when warmed by the sun, after being frozen. The trick is to nibble the outer layer of skin, and not the bitter pulp and seeds.
Circles and cycles have been on my mind. Here are pictures of wagon wheels around the ranch. Here, too, is a wreath that I made with dried oregano flowers from my garden, some of the last of fall's blooms.