Another Ramble

The forecast had included some light rain this morning, but when I drove to Town the sun was shining and there was blue sky, although some clouds on the horizon began to close in during my run.  We had driven around a little yesterday afternoon, down Foreman Road and to Mirror Lake, and I had realized that this route had fallen off my radar lately.  So that's where I went this morning, on a glorious six-mile run.  The leaves are really starting to turn now, and I enjoyed seeing burning bushes and hydrangea all along the route.  I noticed that the maple trees alongside the Presbyterian Church were starting to turn red, almost brighter than the red light on Main Street.

 

The route downhill to Mirror Lake is very nice, the road newly paved, and I enjoyed looking at houses and yards that I had not seen in awhile.  At the bottom of the hill, the road runs along the lake to the bridge, a nice, shady place to run.  I spotted this sign, which we had seen yesterday on our drive.

It looked like something a very talented young person, perhaps staying nearby for the summer, might have painted and installed near some chairs and a picnic table along the shore.  I thought it would be a fine place to come and sit, listening to what during the summer must be a deafening chorus of frogs and crickets, and a good place to spot fireflies.  A young person might even try to catch them and put them in a jar, as I did as a child.

I ran all the way to the Mirror Lake Bridge, turned, and re-traced my steps, facing a tough climb up Foreman Road.  Just before I reached the hill, it began to mist rain, and then it was a light rain, but never enough to want to take shelter; on this warm, humid day it felt good, and by the time I had climbed the hill it had stopped and the sun was shining.  I later learned from Vicki and Fred, who arrived at Founders Park shortly after they had returned from their own runs, that it had rained harder up in the downtown area; both looked like they had gotten wet.  And when I returned home for lunch, Martha said the same.  A distance of less than a mile can make a difference in the midst of scattered showers this changeable time of year.