Monday, October 12, 2015


In autumn, the trees glow. Walking with my son through our woods on Sunday afternoon, I began thinking of the many trees that glow in my memory.

There was a mulberry tree in my childhood where my brothers and I climbed, and perched and dreamed.

There was a fast growing Chinese elm at the center of my butterfly garden that my children climbed, and beneath those fine leafed branches they played while we grew together in the garden.

There was a willow tree by the river in our town. Generations of children played along its sturdy trunk over the gentle flow of sweet water.  This summer a wild wind took it down. When you visit the park where the willow once stood, memories flow like the water in the river, poignant and sweet.

There are so many trees on this farm; some fresh and new, others brittle with age.  The stately sycamore guards the house and a host of cedars greets and guides us on our woodland rambles.

How long has it been since you climbed a tree or sat beneath one lost in a book or a long slow daydream?

Where ever you are, whatever the weather I wish you the comfort and company of trees.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

On the Shores of October

Walk with me to the lake shore

We'll keep our shoes on this time...No toes in the lake in October.

Nights have been cold, and the lake is already leaning into November.

At the edge of the lake, 
Mallards linger in the marsh,

then rise.

We'll linger too,
and really notice Autumn...
the look of the sky, 
the feel of the air, 
and the insistent sound of the waves on the shores of October.

Where ever you are,
whatever the weather,
I wish you serenity and awareness.

Friday, October 09, 2015

A Little Song for October

It's chilly outside
and the skies are gray.
The clouds press down
like a weight today.
I think I'll stay inside
where the fire's burning
and dream a few dreams
of the season turning.
I'll sigh a few sighs
while the kettle sings.
I wonder what
tomorrow brings?

Will it be chilly outside?
Will the skies be gray?
Will the clouds press down?
Are they here to stay?
Will I stay inside?
Will the fire be burning?
Will I dream a few dreams
while the world keeps turning?
Will I whistle a tune
while the kettle sings?
Will I run outside?
Will I stretch these wings?

 I might tomorrow...
but not today!

Where ever you are, whatever the weather, 
I wish you comfort.  And Mabel recommends a good, long nap!

Thursday, October 08, 2015

October Sunrise

It is early morning, and I am lighting a fire in the wood cook stove. The year's last batch of tomato juice is in a large pot. Water in the canner hums softly as it comes to a boil.

A beautiful sunrise splashes rosy light in through the eastern window, and the beauty of the light lures me from the task at hand.

Stepping outside I am awash in dawn-light. The morning is still.

Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.

Friday, October 02, 2015

The Temple of Falling Leaves

After I have done all I can,
when I have nothing left to give,
I need some time
in my green sanctuary.

I lay down 
in the soft grass
in a room that smells of
cedar and solitude.

In this temple of falling leaves
there are sacred artifacts
that remind me that there is
beauty in imperfection.

Light pours in
 through the canopy
with a message so elemental
It cannot be expressed in words.

So I breathe
I simply breathe
until the tension leaves my body
and the frantic drumming
 of my heart
eases to a 
steady tranquility.

Where ever you are, whatever the weather I wish you restoration and peace.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

September in Photos- Once More With Feeling

This is the road to October. Shall we?

Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you a joyful journey.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

The Joys of Late September

are many and varied

like salsa so fresh the plants are still trembling when you eat it,

or a woodland walk
and apple picking
with someone special.
Or that certain shade

of September-Sky Blue.

Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you memorable days
in late September.