Feast for the Eye
A walk this morning before the rain moved in: tall grasses swaying, leaf piles growing. I love to walk in Lexington because, at least where I stroll, no two houses are alike.
Some are traditional, others contemporary. Windows are mullioned or plain. Doors arched or square.
Chinquapin oak leaves litter brick sidewalks, and a ground cover I’m not familiar with froths around the base of a tree.
The variations are a feast for the eye and a balm for the brain.
