Before the season leaves

Except when rain has fallen heavy and loud, it’s been a quiet, mostly peaceful day in the neighborhood. I’ve been reading more of our druidry booklets, placing an order for more free COVID tests, and drinking coffee.

Earlier, during a downpour, I tried to take the dogs for their post-lunch walk. We got out onto the front stoop, they looked at the rain coming down and the puddles all over the driveway and then gave me looks that said “You’re not serious, are you? Can’t you see how hard it’s raining?” We deferred the walk until a later, less wet, moment, at which time SiSi, my yellow lab cross, didn’t even want to get her feet wet.

a small sample of maple leaves’ color

Photo by J. Harrington

All in all, we could have used this rain last month, or the one before that, although I’ve read some opinions that the drought is contributing to this autumn’s really spectacular colors. Maple leaves are blazing into scarlet through orange flames all over our area. At least so far that’s been metaphorical, thank goodness.

So, we can expect peak color some time over the next couple of weeks. The rain is forecast to cease sometime in the next couple of days. I continue to struggle with my middle class compulsion to make the yard look neat, although reports are that messy is better for nature, and we have to wait and see if a Halloween blizzard develops this year. As I learn to relax and enjoy what life offers, there seems to be less exciting news to report here, especially if I stay away from politics. I’ll poke around some more and see if there’s something to natter about some day soon.

The Lesson Of The Falling Leaves

by Lucille Clifton

the leaves believe
such letting go is love
such love is faith
such faith is grace
such grace is god
i agree with the leaves

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