It’s here. The calendar told me so . . . but I
was in denial. The warm days encouraged
me to push it aside. Now there’s no
denying it. There’s a chill in the air
in the evening and I grab my robe when I get up in the morning. It’s true.
Fall has arrived.
It’s not that I dislike fall. It’s
just that I have to admit that summer is over and winter is coming. I do enjoy the early days of fall. It is beautiful today. We have a clear blue sky with the temperature
hovering around 70 degrees. I am sitting
on my deck enjoying my yard for a while (and trying to ignore the sound of our
lawn mower).
The leaves here are just beginning to turn. As I look around me I see mostly green
leaves. There is a tree across the stream
in a neighbor’s yard which has turned to a colorful orange-red. Near it stands a tree with pale yellow
leaves. In my own yard I see a few
bunches of yellow maple leaves in a sea of green—that’s about it. My vegetable garden is still producing but
has slowed down considerably. I know its
days are numbered.
Fall brings out conflicting feelings in me. It’s a busy time of year. Activities restart or pick up speed after the
relaxed days of summer. My schedule gets
crowded and I am energized. On the other
hand, a beautiful day like today makes me feel lazy. I want to stay outside in the sun to savor
the warmth and the beauty of my yard. It
will be all too soon before I am huddled inside peering through frost-covered
windows. I have things to do inside but
perhaps I can linger just a little longer . . . maybe that book I started . . .
10/3/2014
