Whenever I talk to people about how much I love living in Minneapolis, I tell them about how our fair city was built preserving green space. Because of that, this nature girl doesn’t have to go far to enjoy the outdoors.
The beautiful fall weather was perfect for a visit to Wood Lake Nature Center. This nature preserve isn’t in Minneapolis proper, but neighboring Richfield is as close to Minneapolis as a suburb can get.
The squirrels were busy hiding food; this has always signaled to me that cold weather on the way.
The breeze was refreshing and the sun was warm on my face:
I caught this little House Finch bathing:
And wondered if anyone was home:
One of the best things about living in the Midwest is fall. It has been a lovely one this year; the leaves are changing color, the air is getting cooler and animals are getting ready for winter. It is a beautiful time to visit the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum.
We walked among the dahlias:
I was distracted by the busy bees:
And the butterflies:
The colors were so vibrant:
This flower looked like it was on fire:
Even though it was busy on the grounds, it was so peaceful:
The trees were beautiful, but “peak color” should be in a week or so:
We lost ourselves in the woods:
The light was magical:
We couldn’t have asked for a lovelier day:
It’s the time of year when I find myself pondering the question… could I run a marathon?
The Twin Cities Marathon is dubbed the Most Beautiful Urban Marathon in America and is one of the Top 10 U.S. Marathons. The 26.2 mile course runs through beautiful scenery (right past my house) and finishes at the state capitol.
This year, 8,858 runners finished the race with an average time of 4:18:34. Spectators lined up along the street to wish them well. I wondered how Asha and Chelsea felt when they passed the 14-mile mark; were they kicking ASSphalt or wishing they were drunk?
It was 35 degrees when the runners started out this year, I was still in my jammies and snuggled up in my robe. I wandered out to the race route late after spending a leisurely morning over my breakfast. When I watched the man run past barefoot holding his shoes and socks, I was once again reminded that being a spectator is more my style.