Reflecting on the balance

Walking on the gravel toward the draw, I am surprised by the tops of the ash trees nestled in the folds of the land. They are burnished shades of glowing amber, ochre, and lemonyellow, brighter than any autumn since I moved here. Against the gray sky and dead 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…