What a beautiful day it was. Lily and I took a stroll with the dogs on the trail behind our house. All along the path the goldenrod has gone to seed. Gone are the orange-yellow blooms, they've already given way to the cottony seed heads as the plant dies back for the year. This might seem like an ugly sight, but in reality, they looked absolutely magnificent. The dead stalks glowed luminescent in the last, long rays of sunlight.
All was quiet except for the crickets and the crunching of leaves and the dogs panting. Soon we scared up a deer, a doe, who bounded a safe distance away and turned to keep an curious eye on us as we passed. The quiet didn't last long, as Lily let out a squeal of laughter as the dogs ran back and forth on the trail to catch a whiff of the doe's scent. As we walked, Lily held my index fingers tightly in her hands, kicking her chubby legs and taking in all the sights, sounds and smells around her. As we got to the end of the trail, we were greeted by a pack of friendly golden retrievers who's owner let get a little too far ahead. They were off lead, but who was I to complain, so were Chloe and Tater. Soon she called them and we turned around for home.
I love fall. It is definitely my favorite time of year. How neat it is to have Lily and experience the beauty of fall for the first time again, through her eyes.