This time of year things change so rapidly. A hard frost, as an example, and many leaves are down, insects dead. But the world is one of microcosms, and, as we saw yesterday on our trip around the base of Camel’s Hump, one valley can still be ripe with peak foliage while the next is ghostly gray.
One of yesterday’s joys was watching paired dragonflies dip, dip, dip eggs into the water at the edge of a beaver dam. Like the many buds now so obvious on trees, the world looks ahead even as it closes up for the year. Later today I’ll plant more spring bulbs and enjoy the time thinking back over this remarkable year.