9.17.15 We pass by dew-covered Asparagas, our steps silent beneath us on the dirt

We went down, early, to the road by the farmer's fields, down by the Connecticut, and wandered along in the morning soup. The corn is now half harvested, the soybeans ripening, and the cabbage huge and healthy. The Milkweed flourishes, providing an ecosystem for so many insects it's unbelievable, all getting born and growing up and feeding and hanging out. Out beyond our sight call the Hawks, preparing for their fall migratory convening on the nearby range . The Bluejays call excitedly to one another, freshly arrived from summer in the North, figuring out what to do and where to go for the winter. One Great Blue Heron, motionless, glides by overhead. Two fields have new For Sale signs on them, one for a waterfront piece of land, and so it goes. The squash do not pay. So sad, this that does happen, and has, as humans expand and stretch and grow. We pass by dew-covered Asparagus ,and grasses with their remarkable luminescents, our steps silent beneath us on the dirt. As nearby, the river continues to renew itself to it's estuary. The ancient path. As we turn, and settle back into the day we have been given.