Monday, October 30, 2006
Late fall mornings come hesitantly into our little valley; the sun ever-so-slowly pushes the night down the valley and across the river. When we remodeled our house, we had large floor to celing windows put in our upstairs bedroom (through which, this picture was taken) so we can watch the woods awakening. However, this time of year, I don't stay in bed long once the sun is peeping; there is too much to do outside. It always seems like my list of things that I need to get done before winter arrives, expands at an alarming rate; I feel like a little squirrel, running back and forth faster and faster, as the leaves flutter down from the trees and clatter across the ground, pushed by the cold wind that yesterday was blowing across the snow-streaked North Dakota short grass prairies. Although it seems impossible at this point, I know it will all somehow get done; then a day of unremitting cold and greyness will freeze the ground solid, and my gardening will be done, until the chickadee whistles his soft, sweet song to awaken the woods in earliest spring.
Kasmira... I've actually calmed down a lot as I've gotten older. I used to have trouble sleeping in the spring, because I'd be thinking about all that I wanted to do the next day.Post a Comment