The gentle South
I rang David on Friday to ask him to ring his parents and see if they’d like to go on a walk someplace, since the weekend was forecast to be ridiculously nice. They picked us up this morning at 10, and we went to Hemlock Overlook park.
Wisely, I left my fleece jacket in the car; the sun was bright and warm and I may have toasted my scalp a bit (didn’t think to bring a hat). Fall colors were in full swing, and we walked along a fair portion of the shallow, placid Bull Run creek. We ate lunch on some rocks by the creekside, my crazy husband dabbling his long bare feet in the water.
Not much of anything by way of fauna—somewhere downstream there’s a shooting range, maybe that scares everything away?—but we did see a lovely red-bellied woodpecker scooting up and down a dead tree. Plenty of nuts all over the place; a real pity there seemed to be so few squirrels to eat them.
Try that in the Frozen North in November.