Dreaming of Fall

Hard to believe it's been 5 months since my last post. The time flies. Having fun or not! These days I've been ruminating mostly, rather than working towards change in the physical world, instead my wanderings have been in the air, so to speak. Too much thinking is no good, however. In the meantime, the garden has grown into a wild jungle and the recent heatwave has been some cause for alarm among the green creatures! Lugging hoses about 1/2 acre of property is a chore I don't relish in 97 degree weather, despite the fact that's when the grass could really use a good dowsing! I'm trying to think "green" and so saving water ... but in the end it's causing "brown" ... I pray for fall, which is, as a good friend of mine recently said, my time for spiritual renewal. Yes. It has always been my favorite time of year.

The full moon came on Friday and now, halfway through the following week it wanes in a pale sky. Since Friday night, we've had humid, sweltering days, thunderstorms, a crack of lightening that stole our power for several hours, black clouds, and then fits of hail and rain, white, fluffy clouds, violent winds and sun again ... the weather is really trying to keep us guessing.

On another note...I recently finished a wonderful book I highly recommend, especially if you love dogs, but you don't need to love dogs to love this book; The Dog Years by Mark Doty. It is a gem of a book and so beautifully written and I think every other page will leave you in tears and smiles. Dogs (any of our animal friends, really) mark eras of our lives, being so (sadly for us) short lived as they are ... in my own life I recall the Colby years and Milo years and even going way back... Sherman years. Each beloved wooly friend like a beautiful book mark wedged between the pages of my life. Now I am living the Emmett and Seersa years ... but of course one never forgets the dogs who've been.

But onward...As summer wanes like a bone colored moon, the poet, Pablo Neruda said it first...and fall moves in filled with brilliant, fiery rythym and color... I think those of us who favor the cooler days, such as I, come alive even as the earth seems to dwindle around them. But it goes out with a flurry, doesn't it. Still those same stray winds of Halloween and Thanksgiving that toss leaves and down power lines also whistle into our hearts and enliven us to do great things, while most of the world sleeps.

Don't be late, Fall! I'm ready now!

In the meantime, read a good book and be of good cheer!

~L