Late September is one of my favorite times of year. It’s still warm and the colors are shifting to brilliant reds and soft oranges and yellows. When the wind blows the acorns fall from the oak trees like summer  hail. Woe to the rider who is hit with the pitter patter of tiny weapons!

Over the weekend we had a fabulous summer like day where we ventured to my favorite field, which I always love to visit right about now. I never get tired of the color of the grasses.

I rode Zelda and a friend took out Freedom. She goes to college in the area and she rides him when she can during the school year. The two horses enjoy going out together (Freedom is a real wimp about crossing the bridges on the way to the field if he’s alone) but it happens rarely.

On the way home we stopped at the pond to look for the blue heron.

He/she was sitting in a tree, looking rather ridiculous. There’s something quite prehistoric about those birds; they might look quite at home among the dinasaurs, but to see one land in a tree? Silly. However, the light glinting off the grass and the leaves was spectacular.