The equinox is a rare moment of balance

Walking through the north pasture, I am surprised by the tops of the elms nestled in the folds of the land. A few days ago they were still green, but now they are burnished to a bright, glowing amber. Against the gray sky and dusty prairie grasses, they shine like a vein of gold in a granite hillside. It’s easy to imagine, while walking north of our house, what the view would have looked like…