This morning, at last, would get back to Meadowbrook Park! Knew I’d missed a lot during this time of seasonal transition, but felt ready for whatever it was like now.
It was 6:22, the temperature 34 degrees F, the sky clear, and the air calm when Rhododendron and I rolled over the recently fallen leaves in the street toward Meadowbrook.
There were some bare trees, already, and some still green, but the feature today was tulip (poplar) trees: dressed for this brief time to the nines in full, deep golden leaves.
Stopped for photos, but wanted to get going in the limited November daylight to see what Meadowbrook was like. Besides, felt a need to warm up: was having a teary, slow, chilly start. See what happens when too many days go by “sans velo?”
Got a shot of the elm (American?) that was showing only a few yellow leaves among many green a couple weeks ago.
Stopped, nevertheless, at the Freyfogel Overlook to get a view of the sunlight coming up on the prairie. Always, always I am glad to be on the prairie, but have to say that today it wasn’t a showcase of fall color but shifted solidly toward winter mode.
Out in front of the overlook heard aomething largish moving through the dry vegetation. Saw the tail of a deer and expected the rest of it to materialize, but it did not. They’re really good at hiding. br />
On the way back there was just enough of a northwesterly breeze to subtract a little more heat from the existing deficit. I so would not have made it on an Antarctic expedition with Ernest Shackleton or Douglas Mawson!
Was grateful for my winter vélos of last year and hopeful for some approximation of them in the winter ahead!