It's
that time of year when one questions the existence of the sun. Gray,
cool, breezy. An occasional "peek" of blue eyes among the clouds. I
still enjoy my walks, of course. Most of the trees are bare, but not
all. The sycamore with its monster leaves is holding out--or is it
holding on? The oaks, of course, will hold on until spring. It will
take the new leaves of 2013 to push away
the old leaves of 2012. Resistant to change, I reckon. The dogwood is
completing its beauty cycle. Gorgeous white blossoms in the spring.
Lovely red leaves in the autumn. Red berries coated in snow cannot be
far behind. The redbuds should take a hint. Lovely in the spring.
They have the autumn blahs. The green of the pines stands out more on
the walks. And they love to moan in the winds. And, wow!, will they
look great in their white coats!
Bonnie joined me today. I'd like
to have her coat. Not only is her black and white coat luscious, but I
imagine it's a lot warmer than my fleece jacket. She's a beauty. I've
already retired my baseball hat for a stocking one. Got to keep those
old ears covered. I even wear some gloves just to keep Arthur a little
at bay. Boots with a fur lining have also been employed. I guess I'm
getting old, eh? Though, again--like last year at this time--I got up
an hour early today and didn't feel tired at all.
There will be work
to do this fall and winter. I think about the different chores--they
actually don't feel very "chorey" to me--as I slowly walk the Acres.
Yep, this time of year I just think about them. "Work" will come
another day. (Maybe.) Oh, the flowers in the planters near the house
are still blooming--even the impatiens. Jealousy is allowed. Maybe
even forgiven. Maybe.
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