A lovely little poem from Mary Oliver, which tells it all!
Fall Mary OliverAnother year gone, leaving everywhereits rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,the uneaten fruits crumbling damplyin the shadows, unmattering backfrom the particular islandof this summer, this Now, that now is nowhereexcept underfoot, molderingin that black subterranean castleof unobservable mysteries—roots and sealed seedsand the wanderings of water. ThisI try to remember when time's measurepainfully chafes, for instance when autumnflares out at the last, boisterous and like us longingto stay—how everything lives, shiftingfrom one bright vision to another.........
October has ended her lovely visit, - warm days, blue skies and brilliant colours.
November brings with it family birthdays, the anniversary of family deaths
brooding weather and a saddening of the leaves and trees and gardens....
and yet November brings as well the beginning of new life
as this return to earth of the summner's bounty
brings nourishment, and spring, eventually,
Cleaning up the garden has put me in a philosophical mood, it seems.
I spent the afternoon yesterday out in the garden,
under a blue sky and enjoying the warmth of late fall
I will compost what I can, but it is apparent that the yard waste man
is going to have a barrel or two when he comes on Friday.
How generous Mother Nature has been with these great multitudes of greenery!!!!
It brings to mind the autumn drives we used to take through the valley,
- wonderful memories... A few pictures.....
Autumn in the sunshine
and when the darker, (but still lovely) days of November arrive...
Sometimes the memories are nostalgic and melancholy,
....... sad memories of frequent trips across the pass
to sit and spend sad November days at the hospital,
desperately holding on to hope
but I remind myself,
the memories of happier days are many and comforting,
and I indulge myself in them!!!!
Here is a picture of the Similkameen Valley
where we have been blessed to live.
and a picture of a pumpkin which youngest son carved
in honour of the Saints of All Hallowed Eve..
I have written a few words here,
have gone to Anglican Online Church
And now it's time to go and get some lunch
and maybe go out and tackle the garden
while the sun shines on this lovely Sunday.
All is well this first day of November,
and the White Rabbit assures me it will continue this way!!!
He reminds me that before I went to bed last night
I turned all the clocks back....
An arrogant thing to do to Time, who really is all powerful
as he often whispers to me, at 95!!
Time is the ancient whisperer, - not the White Rabbit......