All Beautiful The March Of Days... again!

We have had two weeks of wonderful weather. Each morning I rise and take my tea in hand to sit in front of this monitor and there I tap away in that early morning, low slanting sun. Hubby sleeps in and so do the Daughters and eventually I will return to bed for a nap before really rising for a day of work. It is my quiet time. It is the time when I get an opportunity to think about what lies around me both outside the house and inside the house. I watch the animals to see if there are any problems and that includes all that animals from cats and dogs, to sheep, chickens, alpacas, and Honeydew. I watch birds and I watch mice scurry through the brush and I watch chipmunks and squirrels. I check out the spiders like Agnes and Waldo. Agnes is the big spider living outside the front door. And I kill flies that pester the daylights out of me.

It is also my time to notice the changing season. The shade of gold that is in the grass today is usually a little richer than the day before. The leaves on my tomato plant are a little drier and a little more curled. The flowers in my basket are not producing new buds they are just trying to support the flowers that are already there. There are fewer birds singing in the morning and more dead flies in the humming bird feeder. The sun is a little weaker and the east face of the poplars is a little whiter and brighter. The pines begin to drop about 50% of their needles as they too prepare for the winter snows. Everywhere there is scurrying and you can be sure that the little guys are storing grain and cones and whatever dogfood they can glean from Duff's bowl. The bumble bees are a little more bumbly and the honeybees are sleepy while the hornets are desperate for something to eat and a lot more dangerous than usual.

The crows have flocked and are starting their trip south and the warblers and hummingbirds left a week or more ago. The sparrows are around but fewer and fewer all the time. No robins hunt worms in the mornings and the owls are quiet in the evenings. Last night I sat out on the deck with our friends and I didn't hear one Night Hawk. The Asters are blooming and the Fireweed has turned to fuzz and those are the last flowers of the season. It is fall for sure. Last night once again I sat out under the stars and watched the great and glorious night sky. It was a perfect night for star gazing.

While it is sad to see the birds leaving, the motion of the seasons feels right somehow... like you are being carried by a current that drifts along lazily. It is like amniotic fluid that feeds you without your even knowing you are being fed. It fills you and lifts you and keeps you sustained. It makes you feel nostalgic and hopeful at the same time. The year ahead is pregnant with possibilities. It is up to me..... and to you to to make the most of them.