This morning the heavy mist has moved

the weather , a little colder, is much improved

the sun again plays on the water

individual light crystals dancing on the lake

never sure on which direction they might decide to take

It is wet wet wet, heavy mists and generally grey today

the countryside and gardens need it in every way

Milou waits patiently but does not understand 

why nothing is going, quite the way she planned

Up to Larroque, our favourite part of the lake

this is Marc's preferred route to take

It's pretty the mountains are in view

the cows are sitting down, telling me that their is rain anew

We walked part of an old route

the mountains in majestic beauty carved upon our scape

the view is so breathtaking, nobody could dispute

the air was so sunny and warm

yet tomorrow they forecast a rain and maybe a storm

We went to Thermes to walk the woods and race with Daisy

the adults talked, while the two of them went crazy

standing on their hind legs and boxing each other on the nose

or just thundering towards us, scared of been sent flying

like statues we froze

Milou kept jumping up and down

when i went to work she certainly wore a frown

she was to meet a new and an old beau at five

at the damn car park they did arrive

her new beau handsome, sleek, young and black

all three ran, her new beau, was i think, quite taken aback

The maize has now been stripped of its corn

tall, frazzled but not forlorn

a cooler but beautiful bright autumn light

in contrast clouds against a still but, vivid blue sky

cotton balls of fluffy white

As Autumn unfurls

majestic oaks hurl their fruits to the ground

as we walk along our track 

with a crunching popping sound