Today was one of those inimitable Geneseo days. Cool, clear, crisp; the sky was like burnished steel, and the land all around was still a lively green. I love days like this. Poised at the edge of fall, with the first leaves starting to turn, and the smell of a wood fire drifting over the breeze.
It was a well-spent afternoon; I walked around the Arboretum for a bit, and then out into the country some more, said a Rosary, walked some more, and came back to get ready for Mass in the evening.