Autumn Aria

When my daughter Emily visited recently, I suggested that we take a hike at one of the area trails.  The weather has been gorgeous with resort 70's, but the weatherman never lets us forget that cold weather is just around the corner. Getting a late start, we chose a nearby trail at Powder Valley.  It was respite for my soul, and I had the perfect song to sing, one that I had grown up hearing my own mother sing:

As we meandered along, Emily commented that "the critters were making a lot of noise".  Just then, we saw what was making all the rustling...only 20 feet away or so, were a doe and her fawn.  It was an amazing experience, as Powder Valley is surrounded by suburbia.  There is something so magical about seeing animals in the wild as opposed to in a zoo.  I am happy to see them free.

Where'er you walk

Aria from "Semele"

G. F. Handel (1685 - 1759)

Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade;

Trees where you sit, shall crowd into a shade,

Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade;

Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade;

Trees where you sit, shall crowd into a shade,

Trees where you sit, shall crowd into a shade.

Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise,

And all things flourish, And all things flourish, 

where'er you turn your eyes, where'er you turn your eyes, where'er you turn your eyes.