I woke up to a wonderful fall morning, crisp and by the time I finished chores it was sunny and the colours were so perfect, so I put on my thick flannel shirt and put Sarah into the back of the truck for a ride down to check the cows and go for a walk.
It was one of those days when every song on the radio speaks to you, the sun is the perfect temperature, the bugs are beautiful, the smells wonderful....you know those kind of days? I hope you do. It doesn't get much better than this. I took delight in everything it seems. Where someone might see a barren, arid, desert type landscape, I found a beautiful place overwhelmed with life.
I could smell the sunshine, the sagebrush, the ancient earth beneath me. My feet kept a crunching-tempo in the dry grass. There were dozens of different hoppers trying to escape my shadow as it crossed their dozing spot. I could hear the sound of their wings clicking like a rapid-fire camera shutter as the ones with wings took flight. Every few minutes a cricket would sing out it's song, I imagined it a farewell song to the summer. Red fire ants were awake and traveling with determination like the soldiers they are, across the dirt road; the cold weather is on its way, the cold weather is on its way, the cold weather is... The wind itself was soft on my ears, whispering its own song, welcoming the fall.
The view as I walked was awe inspiring. I was walking along a coulee flat with the occasional sandstone formation hilling up on my left side, the making of future hoodoos trailing tears down its face.
In front of me were the mountainous Sweet Grass Hills
Behind me a farmer, harvest finished for this year, prepared the soil to meet the spring.
Driving home, the ditch grass, first green and then like emerging flames set on fire by the sun's rays, flickered it's gold and orange tongues to heaven.