- The Sun rises over a field of ripening soy on a beautiful autumn day in Northeastern Ohio.
I’ll blame She Who Must Be Obeyed. I innocently remarked that it was an absolutely beautiful morning. She replied, “Yes, a perfect morning to go to Hinckley Lake.” I had the day off (having worked last Sunday) but I had other activities in mind for the day. I headed to Hinckley anyway. Along the way I noticed how the low sun was setting the ripening soy fields aglow.
Grass seeds also ripen in the fall.
All of the seed-producing plants are finishing their job for the season. That includes the wild grasses that grow along the roads and streams. I found one grass seed head beautifully isolated against the plain background of a stream.
Panorama of the sky, trees, and waters of Hinckley Lake on a beautiful fall day.
Hinckley Lake was a wonderland of light and color. Many trees wore yellows and reds. Many a leaf has already fallen to the ground. No large birds (other than buzzards) were to be seen. The greatest wildlife activity was from numerous chipmunks and squirrels scampering about the forest floor, apparently gathering seeds as food.
Too many sights. Too many photographs. Too brief was the magical light present.
Of course I got nothing done I had planned for the day.
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And She Who Must Be Obeyed thanks you for celebrating her beauty, her magnificience and her generosity.
“A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books” Walt Whitman said. I agree with him. Just does it satisfy someone the same as doing the shopping or vacuum cleaning ? [Lol… i’m kidding of course:))]
Uh…. i just understand that “She Who Must Be Obeyed” is not a kind of goddess of nature, but probably your wife….So my previous words don’t mean anything … Please excuse my mistake :)))
Maya, Never fear! There is no need for excuse. Before blogging I wrote a column for a local bicycling newsletter. “She Who Must Be Obeyed,” is a name used for his wife by fictional lawyer Horace Rumpole. I learned it when it was brought to television by BBC in their series, “Rumpole of the Bailey”. I began to use the name similarly. She is, however, a force of nature so thinking of her as a goddess may not be entirely incorrect. Cheers! — JG
Love the grass. The simplicity of beauty.
The last picture is gorgeous!! I love the way the trees are reflected in the water, with their changing colors. All of the pictures are super. I think what you did was more important than what you did not get done!! So glad you were able to get out and enjoy the beauty and share it with us!
You may be right about the visit to the lake being more important in one sense. I did, however, pay a penalty. Had I traveled to my chore –checking on the observatory– I’d have prevented the dehumidifier tank from overflowing on to the office floor. Not too big a deal, however. The floor got mopped that way! — JG
Photos of crops take me back to my childhood & youth – in a good way. 🙂
Me too. Though the fields of our childhoods are separated by thousands of miles. — JG
To my great relief, you’re not upset …
(i’m joking once more… i never thought you could be… :))