PADDLING PATHWAYS: REFLECTIONS FROM A CHANGING LANDSCAPE
Wander and wonder...
"It was November-- the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.”
--L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
What are you noticing?