Well, here I am again. I decided I wanted to write but needed a new space (prior readers will know why). The new title has so many meanings--which will probably become clearer as time goes on. For now, though, I'm just glad about my decision to start fresh and free.
Have you ever had that feeling where you're just bursting full of thoughts and images you want to write about--so full you can barely contain yourself? If so, you know how I feel right now.
For several weeks, I've been going around, enjoying brilliant shades of yellow, orange and red leaves (despite our insanely early snow and sleet storm on October 29, which poured over an inch of the white stuff on our pretty leaves. Luckily it melted by the following day).
On my way to work every morning, I was warmed and buoyed by the beauty everywhere around me. One tree--an unusually tall maple or perhaps a gum--was for weeks the most brilliant yellow, like flames dancing high aloft in the morning sun. But two mornings ago, the new season dug her heels in and jarred us into realizing that Winter isn't far off. Overnight, the leaves went from treetops to roadway and the air turned harsh and cold. Suddenly, the morning sun glared in through bare treetops to the beech and shrub understory along our road and the formerly pale gold beech leaves transformed into a dull tan. My tree of flames had dripped all of its gold to the ground.
Although I know it happens every year, it's always a surprise to me. Maybe it's denial, or we're just too busy enjoying the cooler weather and new colors to notice that their time is fleeting. I did make the most of it though, while it lasted. Hubby and I took a couple of good long hikes in the wooded hills, I gathered pine needles and mulched the new herb garden (tell you about that another time), fixed up the back of the property after the lawn guys messed up the leaves, pulled out the compost (which is doing beautifully), added massive amounts of leaves and turned them in, and planted nearly 100 bulbs.
As time flies on toward Winter, perhaps we'll have one more temperate day to enjoy the passing of yet another Fall. I hope so--and if we do, I'll be out there enjoying it!
On my way to work every morning, I was warmed and buoyed by the beauty everywhere around me. One tree--an unusually tall maple or perhaps a gum--was for weeks the most brilliant yellow, like flames dancing high aloft in the morning sun. But two mornings ago, the new season dug her heels in and jarred us into realizing that Winter isn't far off. Overnight, the leaves went from treetops to roadway and the air turned harsh and cold. Suddenly, the morning sun glared in through bare treetops to the beech and shrub understory along our road and the formerly pale gold beech leaves transformed into a dull tan. My tree of flames had dripped all of its gold to the ground.
Although I know it happens every year, it's always a surprise to me. Maybe it's denial, or we're just too busy enjoying the cooler weather and new colors to notice that their time is fleeting. I did make the most of it though, while it lasted. Hubby and I took a couple of good long hikes in the wooded hills, I gathered pine needles and mulched the new herb garden (tell you about that another time), fixed up the back of the property after the lawn guys messed up the leaves, pulled out the compost (which is doing beautifully), added massive amounts of leaves and turned them in, and planted nearly 100 bulbs.
As time flies on toward Winter, perhaps we'll have one more temperate day to enjoy the passing of yet another Fall. I hope so--and if we do, I'll be out there enjoying it!
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I just found you over at "Little Blog About Nothing". I followed your link because you agreed with me about cheesesteaks. I LOVE people who agree with me about food!
ReplyDeleteAnd I totally agree with you about this post. Finding the beauty in everyday things is what life is all about. And humor. Things are funny. And gorgeous. And it's all right in front of us.
Love to you, and Happy Thanksgiving!
I love your writing in paragraph four -- about the dripping gold and dancing flames! Awesome! Ginger
ReplyDeleteThank you both so much!
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