Last Friday, husband’s planned hike to a 14-er didn’t work out, so instead, he and I went to Castlewood Canyon to do a simple hike, something I could handle. It was beautiful with the changing colors of the leaves. Where I’m looking toward in the photo was once a damn built in 1890. The dam broke in 1933 causing a disastrous flood. Now it’s land for homes and pasture for cows. Last time we visited we saw the broken dam, but this time we took a different route, a more scenic route, to appreciate the beauty and peacefulness of the land.
Earlier this week I was standing next to my oldest daughter and found myself really tilting my head up to look at her. Suddenly it occurred to me that she had grown a few more inches! She’s 4 inches taller than me now.
Speaking of growth, the maple has also grown, a lot. It’s still a baby but it’s looking better each year.
“The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.” (Oliver Wendell Holmes)
It rained this morning and brought on melancholy memories.