Golden days are upon us...
"We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden..."
The golden pecan tree, in the distant front yard, glows in its golden glory.
So, I ask it for some leaves.
Stringing them up on a sturdy thread with a needle before they are dry.
A good little craft to do for Thanksgiving I think to myself.
It's important to find moments of being present in life.
Especially in our technological world.
Just unplug, and go outside to see what's going on with growing things.
I have this thought over and over.
About how appropriate it is for this week to be Thanksgiving.
With an abundance of pumpkins and quince and apples and greens, oranges and more.
So much to eat.
In so many shades of gold and red and orange.
What a special season, this autumn.
I think these thoughts as I walk around the garden whilst the sun sets.
I leave Matty in the driveway and turn around to walk north towards the vegetable garden.
I see the sun shining a golden ray directly onto a pumpkin, making it light up and glow.
And I think, yes yes, this is a sign.
I see you golden light, I see you shining on my pumpkin.
The gold bursts like confetti around the apricot tree way out back.
A perfect back drop to tufts like snow.
I look at my pumpkins.
Trying to let them stay out as long as they can.
Even if the vine is dying.
The longer they stay on, the longer they last.
There were ever so many babies turning up late in the season.
But now the mice or some other critters are nibbling at them.
I saw cute little teeth marks this morning.
Which is fine since they won't have a chance to ripen.
Poor green little babies.
At least they will feed some critters.
I check Brussels sprouts.
And pick up dry tomatillo casings.
I love their lace quality.
I look around for more turning leaves to string up.
I take a few orange and red ones from the jasmine.
A few yellow from the apricot tree.
I stop and marvel at that fluffy desert broom.
Most people hate it.
But I don't.
It's desert snow :-)
The days are cool and open and brisk.
So bright you can see the top of Mount Lemmon.
The light is so very different in the cool weather.
But some of us still search for warmth.
Lighting us up like that pumpkin.
Bluest sky and pecan leaves, I string so many up.
Then hang them on my mantle.
A garland of leaves.
Summer is only a memory.
Deciduous trees are going to sleep.
It's a beautiful cozy time.
I have had a very interesting introspective year or so.
So much change in my mind and soul.
In me, my being.
I feel different.
I have learned so much.
It's amazing to find that in chaos and fear, when tough things happen in life, you can later find a peace so vast you could float in it, like floating in the pool of a hot spring.
Much of how life happens to us depends on how we want to perceive it.
It's a gift to gain wisdom from it.
There will be dark days in our lives.
They make the light so much brighter.
And they teach us so much.
I guess that is why Leonard Cohen sang...
"There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in."
I see you golden light.
Thank goodness for the cracks.
Thankful hearted I am, I so am.
A little cheesy/sappy too I guess?
What makes you thankful hearted?