On being amazed

that is, pausing to be astonished, caught up in wonder

This morning when I went walking there was a twinge of autumn in the air. It rained on Sunday and I swear the earth vibrated with germinating seeds and the trees, their leaves rinsed, flung themselves against the perfect blue sky. Tassie is doing what Tassie does and at last delivering some summer heat. But the signs of change are everywhere; ripening b…