Even if something is left undone
everyone must take time to sit still and
watch the leaves turn.
The lane where Bruce and I go walking these days is awash with scarlet and yellow leaves,
- and walnuts fallen from the great, old walnut trees the neighbour cherishes,
(the fruit of which I gather and prepare to glaze for Christmas...)
The leaves fall patiently.
Nothing remembers or grieves.
The river takes to the sea
the yellow drift of leaves...
In the orchards, and the hills, and along the river banks
there is nothing but the golden glow of Autumn
to carry us forward into the sombre gloom
I hate to say that, but November is not my favourite month.
So much sadness, so much dreariness.
so much heartache.
But between now and the first of November we have that delightful
(and overly commercialized) celebration of All Hallow's Eve.
I have my candy and my witches hat all ready, but who knows
how many little goblins will visit down the street.
I was going to make carmelized popcorn balls
but my daughter told me they would just be thrown away
when the little goblins got them home.
There is such a fear among parents of needles and razor blades
and sometimes I wonder what
that fear is doing to us as a society....
Will we eventually lose our confidence and our sense of derring-do
and if we do will it be a result of the media and too much reliance on government????
Oh dear, time to put fear away and go and look at glorious October..
November will come soon enough.
George Eliot says..."Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking
the successive autumns."