Ah those sublime autumn days! No wonder they’re the stuff of poems and popular songs everywhere. Balmy days, brisk nights, cozy sweaters, vibrant colors starting to dot the landscape—even our childhood memories are likely to recall an overall theme of fresh starts and clean slates…
This is the reason I'm dancing and welcoming the season of color, pumpkins in the cornfields and leaves of rust and scarlet in the garden. I’m ready to explore and celebrate the sights, smells, tastes, and sounds of the changing seasons… In a way, my celebrating is also a way of letting go… letting go of this old season with its hot days and cicada song filled nights.
I’m offering my goodbyes to happy summer times and summer skies, goodbye to the garden and each small wonder there… each flower, each golden rays of sun and pleasing memories forever kept in the opened palms of my heart.
I’m dancing… it is my way of saying goodbye and thank you… it is my way of looking around and be at awe at what I see and feel… thankful for each blessing--small and big, in our lives. It is also my way of following my own autumn-leafed road and be reminded of why I dream and believe and hope.
Now, at the end of this journey throughout the departing, tired season, I look around and I shudder, almost unable to believe what I see, and what I feel and what we have accomplished in such short time… from this wild, desolated barrenness back in March of this year when I first discovered our little white cottage…
To now this...
"Nature does not complete things.
She is chaotic.
Man must finish,
and he does so by making a garden
and building a wall"
"Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands" Psalms 100:1-5.