Spent most of the weekend at a church retreat at Little Portion Friary, the Episcopal Franciscan house where I came already last year (though somewhat later in the year). The weather was perfect Fall weather, the air crystalline and the light, dappled by leaves, warm and gently precise. Brooklyn is full of trees, but I seem not to have noticed them: I was as gaga over all the trees here - and the beginnings of Fall coloring - as when I lived in a treeless corner of Manhattan. Oh, and as I was walking in the woods behind Little Portion, I saw - was seen by - a fox!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Autumn in the air
Spent most of the weekend at a church retreat at Little Portion Friary, the Episcopal Franciscan house where I came already last year (though somewhat later in the year). The weather was perfect Fall weather, the air crystalline and the light, dappled by leaves, warm and gently precise. Brooklyn is full of trees, but I seem not to have noticed them: I was as gaga over all the trees here - and the beginnings of Fall coloring - as when I lived in a treeless corner of Manhattan. Oh, and as I was walking in the woods behind Little Portion, I saw - was seen by - a fox!
