The fall colors have reached their peak. There are few things more beautiful than the tapestry of brilliant reds, oranges, and yellows (intermingled with the deep green pines) against a clear blue sky. When backlit by the setting sun, they glow like fire.
We walked on the beach (where our dog charges the incoming waves and tries to bite them, then looks baffled because there's nothing but water in his mouth), on trails in the woods and across a field, had a picnic lunch at an overlook park, did some cleanup in the garden, just any excuse to breathe in that crisp autumn air and partake of all the natural beauty.
I'm compelled to pick up individual leaves and wonder at them. The maple ones look painted.
Yesterday, on a drive through the rolling hills of this amazing countryside, we came upon an award-worthy photo op sight (too bad we left our cameras at home)--two young Amish farmers standing in their horse-drawn wagon in a field, against the back drop of dozens of wind turbines on the ridge that lay beyond.
Wind farms have been springing up in western NY in recent times. Wind is something we have in abundance, and is only likely to become stronger as our planet warms. This particular installation, in Wyoming county, produces enough energy to power more than 33,000 homes. Clean energy.
One cattle rancher who receives lease payments from the power company to host one of their turbines on his land (about 1,500 feet from his house) says the noise is minor. And, "the cattle actually seem to like it."
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