With Milo as good as new after his makeover, we drove homewards, but made a stop at the beautiful waters I always passed by when I was still working.
The old mill is still standing, but this time the light was wrong for a photo. Instead we walked along the river banks, listening to the silence.
Milo was completely happy, and so was I.
The Autumn air was crisp and cool – and I never tire of watching the colourful leaves falling, floating, making beautiful patterns.
A couple of Mallards came swimming, hoping for food, but disappeared quickly when they saw the dog.
On our way back again, the sun gracefully spread its golden rays, and my old love for Autumn was kindled once more. Thank you for walking with me and Milo!
An autumn walk in my own forest today. Milo is overjoyed as colder weather has arrived with near frost temperatures. I will have to be grateful for those colourful days and look back now and then on my images through the daily grey.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. ― John Donne
There is a stillness in the air, and I hear only the water and some finches. A Robin’s ticking warning in the background.
I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older. ― Virginia Woolf
The path I always walk suddenly looks like spring in the morning sun. Wishful thinking… there are 6 more months to wait for its arrival.
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house. ― Nathaniel Hawthorne,
When I get closer to the meadows, I see the sun shining out there, spreading its generous rays into the darker forest.
And allthe lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves… -Virginia Woolf
Nowadays it has become more difficult for me to look up towards the canopy as I have a slipped disc in my neck. So, generally I wait until the path is favouring a look at the sky. And then it is amazing…
Autumn is the hush before winter. – French proverb
The last kilometer of the track passes a much-fotographed shed where the hunters used to have their gear and their breakfast. Last year the left window cover was broken, so a somewhat one-eyed old friend is now sleepily looking at me.
Autumn knows a mother’s heart. It gives and then lets go. – Anonymous
A homely stump, filled with little ones – just out of a fairy tale. John Bauer?
The final hundred meters of the track now, and you can see Milo and my husband as tiny dots near the end of the path.
Thank you again for walking with me. This might be the last really beautiful walk this year – unless we get early snow or hoarfrost.
Leya 
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