Autumn begins with a subtle change in the light, with skies a deeper blue, and nights that become suddenly clear and chilled. The season comes full with the first frost, the disappearance of migrant birds, and the harvesting of the season’s last crops. Glenn Wolff and Jerry Dennis
I’ve always loved the Peanuts cartoon characters, and being a dog lover, that little Beagle Snoopy is a favorite of mine. Snoopy always finds a way to express his most joyous moments in the simplest of terms . . . like jumping into a pile of leaves, with his buddy Woodstock (after all, our experiences are always better if shared with a friend), to show us how much fun Fall is!
Autumn has always been my favorite season. There’s just something so mellow about a fall day – the crackle of dry leaves under my feet as I walk the roads and trails of Mackinac Island and the rustle of leaves high above me in trees that are being gently rocked by the wind. At home in Georgia Autumn includes the smell of leaves burning in great piles down by the water or out by the road. Bright crimson berries appear on the island and in our yard at the lake – making me think of Christmas and where I can use those berries as decorations. Pine cones are everywhere, and the earth smells rich and wet.
After the hurly-burly of Summer, the serenity of Fall is a welcome visitor.
I was thinking all this as Ted and I walked Maddie and Bear up to Ft. Holmes late this afternoon. The highs here for the last two days have only been in the 50’s, and shorts and t-shirts have been replaced with sweaters, jeans and an occasional scarf. It was only after I began to experience the Falls up north that I discovered the wonderful warmth offered by yards of soft material wrapped around my neck. It’s amazing the difference a scarf makes in your body temperature!
We walked two blocks up Cadotte to Fifth Street and turned right. That block ends with a short trail through a wooded area, and it was there I caught on film the first color changes in the Village.
Love, love, love yellow flowers. Somebody tell me what these are please!
Same flowers – with a bee. Which led Ted and I into a “discussion” on the difference between Bumblebees and Honeybees. I think this is a Bumblebee – a small one. It was VERY sluggish today, barely moving. Ours in Georgia – really BIG ones – get that way late in the Fall after the temps dive. It’s my understanding that all Bumblebees die in the Fall except for the pregnant Queen, but Honeybees live on in their hive all winter, existing on the sweet honey they’ve produced all summer. Speak up if you know the real story!
Crossing Turtle Park we came upon some leaves already turning red.
The entrance to the park on the “cemetery” side.
Bear and Maddie kept their noses to the ground practically the entire walk. So MUCH to smell!
Spots of yellow in the cemeteries . . .
. . . and those beautiful red berries.
One of my favorite Mackinac Island “roads less traveled” – up past the cemeteries, almost to Lookout Point.
Bear dragged me over to the steps leading down to Sugar Loaf, but I had to disappoint him and say, “Another day!”
Lookout Point in the low light of late afternoon. Over the fence . . .
. . . the trees surrounding Sugar Loaf are beginning their slow change to gold.
Right over the fence at Lookout Point there have been two trees as long as I can remember going up there. One has been dead for quite a few years, and now it looks like lightning maybe broke it off – or maybe it was cut down. Either way it reminds me of an alligator coming up out of the water with its head held straight up toward the sky and its mouth open. See the eye? Yes, I know it looks like half his snout is chopped off. What do you see?
Walking toward Ft. Holmes – my FAVORITE “road less traveled” – whatever the season.
The sounds of children playing met us as we arrived at Ft. Holmes. Several boys and girls were running in and out of the entrance and along the top of the embankments. They left with their parents soon after we arrived, and we had the whole hilltop to ourselves.
More red berries.
Bear – taking a little rest.
There’s talk that Ft. Holmes may soon be restored so visitors will be able to see what it really looked like in the early 1800’s. I personally love the solitude of how it stands now – one of those places – like Anne’s Tablet – that people either don’t know about – or don’t want to climb up to. I love it like it is.
It’s been a good weekend – not busy, quiet (except for 1200 Michigan Republicans at their convention). But they stayed downtown, and I stayed up the hill, so all was good. Bear’s hotspot has finally turned the corner toward healing. Lordy! Those things drive ME crazy trying to give him some relief and drive HIM crazy ’cause I haven’t found the magic solution yet – at least not one that works fast enough for either of us.
Hope you’re all doing well out there and that you have a fantastic week, I’ll be back in a few days with more news, good Lord willing. Hugs to you all. God bless.