“I am too rich already, for my eyes mint gold.”
A horned owl woke me after midnight, late enough that the moon had risen above the ridge and there was light enough to see him.
He speaks to me, now and then, saying in that forceful way of his that I had best not forget who sent him my way. He reminds me that I should not sleep past the time in the morning when the coyote walks across the meadow.
He jolts me from sleep and fortifies my resolve to not let the next day go by without notice.
This may be why aspens are loved.
As the sun moves toward the other side of the world, the aspens fire up a splendid last hurrah to interrupt an erroneous sense of perpetual summer. And they spark a brief and passionate love affair that is over too soon.
Aspens whisper through the nip of a north wind that suggests a change and they tell me, in that potent way that they do, that I had better stop and look. They remind me that I should not snooze away my days. Because if I am not diligent, they will slip away, unnoticed.
And so, I stop to see.
We can’t help but share the gold we have in Colorado—check out these blog posts for other beautiful views.
Colorado Fall Foliage by lovelivingincolorado
A Golden Day…..in Colorado! by Inside Out Cafe
Surrounded by Eye Candy – A Photo Essay by Susie Lindau’s Wild Ride