Reflection on Autumn
30 Oct 2008
Every fall the leaves come down. Like clockwork. I see, with regret, the end of those days of being outside in a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops. The end of being outside at 9 o'clock at night,when its still light, I'm still in a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops. The end of the days with grandkids splashing in the pool that we bought for the dog to bathe in. The end of summer.
Yet I look forward to fall because the leaves DO come down like clockwork, just after they've displayed themselves in glorious color, begging to be photographed. So I do. In the trees, on the ground, in the bucket, in the compost pile. And I rake, day after day until it seems that the last leaves will never fall. It never seems like work to me because I'm given the chance to reflect while performing the same movements over and over. The work is mindless, but my mind is at work. How fortunate I am to be able to walk on these legs, rake with these arms, see the leaves, hear them rustle as the wind blows them from one place to another. I can bend, I can lift, I can feel. How lucky I am to have these leaves falling all around me.
And, if I'm lucky enough, I'll be shoveling snow after the leaves are gone.