Tomorrow is Halloween, the end of October. I am moving ahead on every front I can, probably to my detriment, but things must get done. Both shows will be up by the end of this week, so that to do list will close. The calendar sales continue to be a slower pace than I would like, and I have done as many sales calls as I can think of with limited success. On the house front it has been too wet for yard work so the leaves are not raked, it has been indoor tasks I have been tackling. Tiny tasks, big tasks, fussy tasks. One by one I am getting them off the list, which tends to leave the house in a state of upheaval as it happens. It is a season of activities with an eye to the future as we plan for our move.
Now that fall is well underway, the year seems to be spinning away quickly. This does not feel right to me, but the whole year feels as if it has been too short. The frost has not come yet, but it will, the sun’s warmth doesn’t last as it did in August. Now it is the days of heavy dew, crunchy leaves and cooler nights. That is how the year passes, one season showing as another fades back to await its turn next time around.
These days it is all about fall color, which is just starting to turn here in my neck of the woods. We haven’t had a frost yet, not even the lightest one, so the real burst of color is yet to come. There are hints among the trees, and the swamp areas have already started to drop their leaves, becoming back scratchers against the sky. The nights close in early and are inky black causing confusion as to what time it is. I need time to adjust to this season, but by the time I seem to have it in stride it is nearly winter. I need less time to adjust to the changes as spring creeps in. There must be a reason for that.
Spring is a moving target. It might be warm, or rainy or snowing. The bulbs may be buried, or have their blossoms glided with snow. But things are stirring which we cannot see, migratory birds are passing overhead, and the daylight lasts longer. It is coming, it will come, be patient. Or start your seeds indoors if you just can’t wait another day for the sight of something growing.
Just up the street is a hidden place, tucked away off the road, the trail nearly filled in and hard to spot. The trail leads to an old, sawmill dam and beaver dam, both of which have nice ponds behind them. No one seems to go back there to see this secret place and enjoy the quiet and views. It feels secluded and lovely, and the wildlife are the only regular visitors. Joe and I stop by a few times a year, each season to see how things look and bask in the silence.
I made sure to get out both weekend days to enjoy the balmy weather, great clouds and fresh air. My intention is for Joe and I to get outside as much as we can on my days off. It serves several purposes:
- gets us outside
- keeps the tv viewing down
- keeps my eye and brain sharp
- gives Joe new scenery
It seems as if we never had bitter cold and knee deep snow just a couple of weeks ago, so quickly does the weather change. Now at 5:05 the sky is still showing some bits of light as the earth tilts towards the sun and springtime. But for now it is still winter, with all the vagaries that season brings.