Falling for Autumn

I’m sitting at Starbucks soaking up vitamin D on an outstandingly beautiful autumn day.  It’s 77 degrees, the sky is blue and the trees are all sorts of colors now.  Last year, I posted about how the bare trees reminded me of people on chemo….their strength in harsh conditions, etc.  This year I find myself relating the trees yearly cycle to our lives.  Feeling philosophical today, too?  Then, read on…

Before we are born, we grow quietly in a very controlled environment, conserving most of our energy for what is to come.  A tree stands in the winter, waiting, feeling the potential for new life within itself.  But the season isn’t right.  Then the days become warmer, the sap begins to rise.  A baby is born.  A bud emerges.  We coo over the new baby.  It is sheer perfection…nature at its best.  We ooohhh and awe over the newly sprung blossoms.  Every year they seem more lovely than the last.  We watch a baby quickly go from all fours to being a biped.   We note how each day is different…little people grow into big people so quickly!  A tree loses its precious blossoms all too quickly.  And then its leaves emerge.  For a few weeks, every day the tree looks different.  It is morphing into an all-green adult.  But, first we notice that new shade of green.  It is vibrant.  So pleasing to us.  A young adult, these spring-green trees.  Green, just like our young adults.  Not yet “seasoned”.  Learning how to cope in the hot days, the cold nights.  Learning how to handle birds on its branches, squirrels climbing all over it.  Learning to hunker down in the spring thunderstorms.  And those adolescent thunderstorms can be mighty!  Then, a funny thing happens.  Suddenly, it is difficult to distinguish one oak tree from another.  It no longer looks different every day.  Its leaves are large and sturdy.  It is a darker green.  A green that has more experience.  It is an adult now.  And so many adults are just trying hard to have the same things.  A job.  A house.  People to share life with.  We care for our children, our partners, our bosses, our houses, our yards.  Sometimes we forget to be daring…we are strong and steady.  Strong and steady.  Our children can count on us, our parents can rely on us.  But where do we go in all of this?  We are lost in the forest.  And that’s okay.  It’s just the season for that.  And the seasons change.  Before we know it, the leaves are different colors.  Each day, once again, is a bit different than the last.  People change their colors, too.  Some are yellow.  Afraid to age.  Afraid of teenagers.  Afraid of the dark.  Afraid of technology.  Afraid to try new things and still afraid of being left behind.  Some are red.  Angry that they are stiff in the mornings.  Angry that they can’t hear as well.  Angry that they are being phased out of work.  Some are orange.  Boldy, they greet each day.  Stiff joints mean they’ll try yoga.  Rising food prices mean they’ll plant a bigger garden.  The less time they are needed at work means the more time they can spend volunteering in their communities.  These different types of people are all around us, making the world a rather beautiful place.  Although we do all have our favorite colors.  Then, with a shift of the winds, things change again.  Leaves fall to the ground and trees stand stoically again, naked against the harsh winter but still very much alive.  People lose something, too.  Some lose their inhibitions and become those older people with no filters.  Sometimes these older folks are hilarious and other times quite difficult.  Some lose their spouses and their close friends.  This changes them.  Some lose their own good health.  They have to relearn how to do everyday tasks, or they need to adjust their diets.  But, everyone loses something.  And then it’s spring again…

That’s my ponderance for the day.  By the way, ponderance is not yet a word.  But, it should be.  Autocorrect is very frustrated with me right now though.  heehee.  I love this time of year.   I love the apples, the pumpkins, the crunchy leaves.  I love the anticipation of the holidays.  I love warm days and cool nights.  It’s really just all good.  If you have time, check out this blog…Smittenkitchen.com. and this one, too Andreabeamann.com.  This is the time of year that we head back indoors.  And, of course, to the warmth of our kitchens.  These ladies have fun recipes.  But, really, the pumpkin waffles on Smitten Kitchen are just about the most delicious things you’ll eat this season!

Just to make sure you start off your week with a smile~

Saying goodbye to summer...


About nancy5vic

40-something year old cancer goddess (hah...make that 50-something now!!) raising four children and one husband. Diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer in 2008. Love to travel, cook, bake and spend time with my kids and friends. My perfect day always starts with breakfast out...especially fantastic if I'm with John.
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5 Responses to Falling for Autumn

  1. yelodoggie says:

    Nature’s first green is gold
    its hardest hue to hold
    its early leaf’s a flower
    but only so an hour
    then leaf subsides to leaf
    so Eden sank to grief
    so dawn goes down to day
    nothing gold can stay.
    – Robert Frost

  2. nancy5vic says:

    hmm…seems Robert said it in fewer words! Thanks for sharing this Cayr.

  3. Annmarie Keogh says:

    Love it my little orange leaved friend!



  4. karen vicarel says:

    I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree 🙂
    (Unless it’s time shared over Starbucks coffee 🙂

    Enjoyed your musings sis!

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