Fall. What a glorious season. Friends tell me this season makes them melancholy because it’s the “death” season. ohmygoodness–what a beautiful way to go! Stunning colors everywhere. I sincerely think this was one of the most gorgeous falls I’ve witnessed. I mean STUNNING.
This lone leaf caught my eye and touched my soul. It’s not very large, compared to most of the leaves, but my eye was caught by the intensity of the vivid coloring as it hid amongst the other leaves that hadn’t found their final burst of color before falling to carpet the ground.
Not only did they carpet the ground, but there was also a warm orange glow coming through the windows in the room next to this Sugar Maple. Yes, a glorious fall…
This angel is wonderfully precious, as it strokes a tiny bird with love and kindness, and is also incredibly special. It was my mother’s day present from my preschool son, who recently turned 14. He and I wandered through garden centers, looking for just the right little statue. And here it is, ten years later, surrounded by the splendor of fall, still emanating the gentle spirit I see in my son.
Rather than feeling melancholy, I’m inspired to enjoy the season. Time for sweaters, and stews and soups and snuggles in front of the fireplace… And don’t forget the baking! Even though many of the trees are now bare, some trees are continuing to be colorful, and some, like my pear tree, still have green leaves. This reminds me that things happen when they’re supposed to, not when we expect it. I’ve still got the hyper-sensitivity to fragrance, still learning how to cope in this artificially scented world, and still don’t know what my “purpose” is now that I can’t teach high school. Someday I’ll be privy to this information. In the meantime, my job is to be open to the journey, enjoying the stunning beauty in this world. And to remember that the moments matter.
With warm wishes on your journey,