"Great things are done when men and mountains meet." William Blake
(Must add women who are often beside or leading the men.)
A few days ago I posted our travels to the Blue Ridge Mountain Parkway. (here) We went straight to the highest peak, over 6,000' in elevation...gliding into the crystal air, organza clouds, and stiff winds. With eyes wide open we marveled at shriveled seed pods and dried flower heads crystallized into diamonds to rival those of Tiffany. It was breathtakingly inspiring. There is so much to see at "foot level."
I can't leave you stranded in the cold, so lets dip down to the valley's slightly fading colors...think gentle tea dyed lace, gracefully formed clouds with lavender edges, and warmer breezes.
Nature's living room window.
A branch of garnets.
Autumn's final moments.
Before winter's deep sleep.
".....even the oldest of the trees continues its wonderful labor....he is there for the white blossoms and the secrecy. The blossoms could be snow, with a dash of pink.....everything has dreams, hope, ambition."
excerpt, Someday by Mary Oliver
Heart Thought: What is the Greatest Gift?