Pine Cobs

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Over the Labor Day weekend we headed to the mountains.  We found that the squirrels and chipmunks had been quite busy with the pine cones.  They left pine cobs scattered everywhere about the yard.  Some people say that they can tell if the Winter is going to be cold and long if the squirrels are especially busy in the Fall.  Our patio was a mess of pine cobs.  I’m hoping for a long, snow filled, Winter.

Pine Cobs on the Patio

Pine Cobs on the Patio

One of the things we like about the mountains is that the pace seems so much slower than the rest of our world.  There is a place where musical artists come to share their songs with the locals on the weekend evenings.  Friday night was one of those special events.  Karl Larson was singing.  He especially likes to sing Cat Stevens and Jim Croce.  He looks so happy when he is singing.  There is even a brighter spot to his performing though.  His daughter, Karlene, comes and sings with him too sometimes.  

Karl Larsen

Karl Larson

What makes this so special is that you then have everything from Operator to Girl Crush.  She keeps him up to date.  It is so much fun to listen and watch them interact.

Changing Colors on the Mill Pond

Changing Colors on the Mill Pond

Fall is certainly settling in and you can see it everywhere.

New Growth

New Growth

We hiked to Eureka Lake and found the water levels to be low but still amazingly beautiful.  As we sat out having lunch by the lake, we talked about how good our life is.

Lonely Stump

Lonely Stump Reflection

There is nothing better in life then getting older and realizing how good we have it in the USA.  It’s not perfect but it’s pretty grand.  We are the fortunate ones.

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Big Beautiful Chico Creek

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I took the time, last week, to walk through a small section of Bidwell Park in Chico, California.  It is a beautiful place, especially in the fall.  I started at One Mile, which is a swimming hole that is quite active during the summer, as it can get quite hot in Chico.

One Mile

One Mile

The walk was mostly down a dirt path that ran beside the Big Chico Creek.  It was quiet, except for the occasional bicycle or dog passing by.  Quiet, except for the falling of the giant leaves through the trees and bushes.  That was noisy, amazingly so.  Noisy too, was the crunching of those leaves beneath my feet.  It almost seemed as if they were exceptionally dry this year.  Quiet, except for the woodpeckers, pecking in the trees and the squirrels busily collecting nuts and seeds for the upcoming winter.  It was quiet and so very busy at the same time.  

Leaf on the Creek

Leaf on the Creek

I was forced to stop and reflect while the creek went rushing by.  It reminded me of many of the creeks and streams that ran through the neighborhoods, in Santa Cruz, where I lived as a child.  I always would stop to view the cool clear water creeks, as I found the water spiders and tadpoles completely mesmerizing in my youth.  

Gathered Water

Gathered Water

I was fascinated by the water on this leaf.  The sun was shining on it and sparkling in an extrodinary way.  (I guess that I haven’t left my youth behind as much as I tend to think that I have from day to day.)

Barely Hanging On

Barely Hanging On

The sun filtering through the leaves was so wonderful to view and it made my soul lift and feel free (child like).

Dry Leaf Floating Toward One Mile

Dry Leaf Floating Toward One Mile

The creek was still running at a good pace, even though we are in a drought, and I would watch the leaves as they would go floating toward the Little Chico Creek that runs through the University Campus.  As a child, I would have been creating leaf races on the creek, but there were enough leaves falling into the creek to create leaf races of their own.

Sunlight Through the Leaves

Sunlight Through the Leaves

I think it is important to stop and fill your mind with the colors, sights, and sounds of each season.  This place and the silences reminded me of Connecticut and the silence that I found there on the Long Island Sound.  I penned the final poem in my book, Imprints, while listening to the silence of the sound.  

Turning Vines

Turning Vines

There is a peacefulness that fills you, in the silences that you can find everyday.  You only need to seek out those silences.  Its hard sometimes, with our busy schedules to find the silence, but it’s there.  Listen…..