Of age old wisdom
If my heart was always filled with fondness, could I do away with the absence?
Flowers that make me smile and frown all at once.
I’ve been harping on about seasons for a while now. This may be attributed to the simple fact that we’ve had a good long summer here in the North West. Almost 5 months of it! The downside of this being- temperatures have zoomed to the nether regions so quick, shocking people and trees alike. It’s a very windy fall- the leaves barely had the chance to change color before they dropped unceremoniously down to the gutters. There is no nonsense as in autumns past where leaves of varied hues partake in a flirtatious dance with gravity.
And so it goes …
Winter beckons. Nature resists for as long as she can with occasional sun bursts that are deceptive to our senses. We *think* we don’t need the wooly scarves and soft fleece! A couple steps outside and our raw noses beg to be doused in the warmth of a steaming cup of tea. It is a done deal. We accept the inevitable- can ice and rain be far behind? (Sometime it is but one, the frozen equivalent of a downpour- the hailstone.)
But we have some time yet before we need to dust off those warm winter coats and luxurious sweaters. Take a damp rag to the suede boots- forgotten in the rush to welcome spring. Umm, love those boots- maybe this year I’ll get one in a richer color and a jewel toned coat to go with it!
Speaking of rich, it’s time to stock up on drinking chocolate- the kind that leaves dregs of liqueur laced cacao bits at the bottom of the cup. Ooh and time to clean up the fireplace for those evenings where you are coiled up with an adoring dog at your foot and a book taking all the attention.
Some of us can’t hate winter with all our heart.
A hibernating existence through the frenzied events of winter
Memories of friends linger through the fog of the psyche
Festivals make for joyous revelry- always alike but never quite consistent.
For the pursuit of gifts so perfect, a singular exploit
At the crack of dawn or into the wee hours of the night- bows glitter and bindings crinkle.
The lacks of shielding gloves lead to frost bitten fingers,
While throwing snowballs at animated puppy-like dog.
Blossoms bloom like their end is near
Putting on a show that’s captured in media
Spring has sprung- in a manner of speaking
Flower disintegrate before one’s eyes
The oohs and aahs breathe their last amid vanishing wildflowers
A trek in the mountains become all about the foliage (and calorific value!)
A look forward towards summer gets the heart pumping
Wishes for warmth get tetchy when the mercury soars
As reflection creeps in on this cyclical progression
The ‘surprises’ winter could bring are around the bend
Currently broadending my mind: Eat, Pray and Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.