Nature's Surprises

Views from My Window

The leaves reluctantly blow from the trees, announcing the change of seasons. Though there is plenty of color remaining, it becomes more scarce with each passing day. It is mostly the hardwoods, the oaks that still retain their colors. The ground now is also laden with a colorful carpet of colors; browns, reds and oranges. My “headless” blue heron statue that retained his dignity by hiding the fact of his major missing member in the leaves of the shrubs now shamefully has lost his splendor with the loss of nature’s kind covering.
The lake remains a placid mirror of the sparkle with just enough movement to make the reflections of the sun the glitter of lovely diamonds.
Last night while in the spa, I looked up into a nearby towering cedar shaped appropriately for the season. Upon closer observation, I noticed it was well decorated with stars sparkling about it just as though someone had draped a string of Christmas lights upon its boughs.
This morning I find myself fascinated by a group (four or five) of buzzards that roost in a dead tree nearby. They really are majestic creatures as they circle high above the ground in search of breakfast. They really have been given a bad rap by man, a creature who kills for his food where the buzzard is simply Mother Nature’s efficient housekeeper.