In the springtime, blossoms fall
pink and white, yellow and purple—
like fat, flowery snowflakes—
each one different from the other.
In the summer, cold air collides with warm
causing thunderstorms. Lightning strikes
produce forest fires. Winds whip
and send ashes falling near and far.
In the autumn, leaves turn
yellow, red, and russet
and fall to the ground as surely
as their springtime cousins.
In the winter, the skies darken
and clouds release their moisture;
sometimes rain, sometimes snow,
but always falling to the earth.
So could someone please explain
that with all of the downward vertical activity
why only one of these four seasons
is called fall?
Puddleglum is C.S. Lewis’ Eyeore.
I’m trying hard to see beauty in the world today, but my heart is heavy and my mind finds it all rather futile. Fall is my favorite season, yet so far all I see is death and destruction… and the stubborn will of some to keep going despite the odds, to find beauty, to bloom where they are planted and to do so in adverse conditions.
Keep championing the cause for the downtrodden. Give hope to those who have no hope. The one who receives your encouragement might be struggling more than you know.
Even Eyeore and Puddleglum need a pep talk now and then.
How do you describe
the sound a raindrop makes
as it filters through the leaves
from the sky to thirsty ground
after 80 days without moisture?
The musical notes
of a babbling brook in the gutter
on the roof (almost steady)
like the snare drums
of a 6th grade band
And the hollow emptiness
when those sounds slow to stillness
in the pre-dawn quiet
until all you hear
is the clock (tick, tock) calling
Last week I had the energy to head down to the river.
This is what we did for more than an hour.
I wondered if I would be willing to move again, if I had the opportunity to live in one of these houses.
We certainly wouldn’t have to hassle with getting to and from the river!
But I like where I live. And I really wouldn’t like worrying about flooding every spring.
A few quick thoughts:
- I’ve had a few days of feeling run-down. Not a big deal, just low energy. My husband has been feeling the same way. We are blaming the layer of wildfire smoke caught in our atmosphere.
- The autumn light has a hazy effect, thanks to the smoky skies. Our air quality isn’t necessarily unhealthy (other places are), but it is significant enough to curtail my desire to photograph scenery right now.
- I decorated for Fall on Saturday. The golden orange hues have a cheering effect for me. And while SuperDad was off hiking and camping in the mountains again with SnakeMaster, I spent a little money on some new scented candles: Spiced Pumpkin, Ginger Pumpkin, Amber Wood & Vanilla, and Cedar Patchouli are the options in my house this fall.
- Yesterday was baking day. I made a green tomato pie, a rhubarb custard pie, and 2 loaves of pumpkin bread. Then I took a nap!
- Today we headed to the AFB, which is my usual Tuesday activity (gym and shopping).
- I swam laps in the pool (which was rather chilly so my heart rate went up, too — being immersed in cold water does that to me. I had to meditate during my laps to ward off feelings of panic).
- What started as a quick stop at the pharmacy to pick up prescriptions became an opportunity to get a flu shot (my dh got his this week — I’ll get mine next week) and because I am such a party animal, I went ahead and got a Tdap immunization. Whooping Cough is currently at epidemic levels in Washington State and I couldn’t remember when I last had a Tetanus shot. (I only remember how much it hurts afterward.)
- I need to get back up off the couch and do more baking because while I was at a meeting last night, the people I live with ate half a loaf of pumpkin bread. Somehow they didn’t hear the message about those loaves being saved for a school event on Wednesday morning. I shouldn’t be surprised; after all, the kitchen did smell really good! Luckily, we have the supplies in the pantry to make more.