seasonings

Last spring when I learned my time on earth is limited (yours is too), I thought I would not see another snow fall and I felt bad about that. Today, a cool rainy Sept. day. is a gift for me. An extra. The apples in our tree are turning red and the flowers in the yard are spent and droopy. I hope to bring my geraniums in and keep them as long as possible. We have one huge hubbard squash still growing and a couple of acorns, lots of huge tomatoes, but very few have rippened. It is all so "wonder" full. It is a blessing to be aware of the beauty and the preciousness of the harvesting season. We are all getting ripe, or aged, if you prefer that word. Sometimes I think, "I don't want to die. I like being here, for all the seasons. Then I remember that we all will die. Doesn't seem like it does it? Seems like it is so far, far away in time that we do not have to think about it, or maybe even believe it, but ZOOM the years go by and it might not be cancer, or heart, or stroke. Maybe it wil be alzeheimers and you won't even know you are still alive. What a waste. So pick you apples while you may. Pick them while you still know what an apple is, while you still remember how to make an apple crisp, apple pie, apple sauce and still have memories of making those things. Don't waste too many minutes of your life, but snoozing in the recliner is not a waste. Actually nothing is unless you yourself define it as a waste.