Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Falling for Fall
Fall actualizes Carrie Newcomer's song, "Holy as the Day is Spent" where she sings,
I’m letting go of all I fear
Like autumn leaves of earth and air
For summer came and summer went
As holy as a day is spent
For me, holy is time spent recognizing and living in fall's beauty. It's bittersweet now, definitely not the excitement I felt as a girl, when fall meant Halloween, or the anticipation of two months full of holidays when I lived in Nevada as an adult.
Now, my experience of fall includes appreciation of neighbor's landscaping:
cold nights, warm homes, and cooking "comfort food" for Bruce and me.
Speaking of comfort food, I wandered around the wonderful huge sporting goods store yesterday. Their downstairs area, far away from rifles, camouflage clothing and snowboards, is completely given over to toys and fabulous kitchen items. What fun it was to wander past scrapers and spatulas in lovely colors and sizes, past cookie cutters, timers, honey drippers, to be "bowled over" by bowls that have a pour spout, to giggle at the ceramic toucan's beak open wide for a scrubbie pad.
And then, I saw the sun:
I'm going to try canning some of Dorcie's pears in a chutney this afternoon. There's a big storm going to hit our corner of the Pacific Northwest over the next couple of days. Leaves will fly through the air like comets, and glorious fall will transition to early winter's grays and browns. I don't really mind my photo addiction because it helps extend my memory, where every leaf is an act of courage and beauty.