Today when I was walking into my place of employment, somewhat reluctantly because it was a glorious golden fall day, I noticed the leaves had turned to yellows and golds during our long spell of rain and cool weather. I have always loved autumn, even as a child I remember almost crying at the beauty of the tree colors on the boulevard of Emerson School. Part of the wonder of fall colors included new crayons and darker colored clothes. Still does. I have on a pair of black slacks and a black sweater today.....last week I was wearing lime green and other fruit flavored colors.
Fall has a responsibility to show what it has come to after a long growing season. In our yard there are apples, changing quickly from green to red, and way too many crab apples, red as cherries weighing the swing tree down. In the front flower beds we planted squash and we have had too many yellow squashes and not enough acorn or Hubbard, but there are a few. The tree leaves are turning colors and the flowers are either wilting or thriving. The petunias, nasturtiums, and snap dragons seem to be happy with the cooler weather.
Anyway, my point is that fall is a time of recollection and production for us humans as well. I used to play a game where I would ask others if life went from January to December, what month were they in now? Over my mature years I began saying I was either in late August or early Sept. Now of course I am looking at November, but early November. As I lay out my accomplishments and the fruition of work done over the years I am pretty satisfied with the harvest and colors of my own autumnal equinox. Grey is a nice color for mature hair and makes the face softer. I raise my face to the sun and feel it's warmth and comfort as I ease into December with what I hope will be grace.
This past week has been full of cards and gifts. A beautiful quilt-type blanket for me and my bed, a broach that I lusted after a few years ago and a wonderful DVD to help me see the significance of me despite the billions and billions of others things made by our creator.
Tomorrow we are taking the camper fishing near Townsend. Pascha and Sienna will join us for one or two nights. Gardner is waiting for phone calls and paychecks so he made potato salad and chicken sandwiches today. I am working tonight. Looking forward to camping. Thanks everyone for moral support.
About Me
- The Calico Pen
- My book "The Bastard Tree" is still available on Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble.com. I hve had a lot of positive remarks about my story and although I am not making money with it, I am glad I did it. It is one of those things that people always say, "you should write a book," so I did. I like to write and I hope you will enjoy reading what I post.
