I appreciate a tri-tone leaf green, yellow and red all on one like I relish in a tri-tone street like I savor a tri-tone state of mind.
Our block this week seems three seasons at once. Beside the park looks winter; along the road wears fall; and the giant oaks hiding in the green backyard-cluster think it is still summer. They cannot see over the houses and no one has told them yet. Leaf blowers roar in place of lawn mowers and the snow plow street parking routine will soon be in effect.
As for my state of mind, the time for cider is passing quickly. Part of me is lamenting fall’s pending ending. But I am comforted by the simple line in a children’s book, “Winter is rest.” Winter is rest for the fields and it is rest for my soul. As much as I treasure the scurry of summer, I look forward to bundling up while snow falls and reading to my children, hot chocolate mugs warming our hands.
Though the trees and I are dressed for the gray, inside I feel green. Spring is for rejuvenating; summer is invigorating; autumn is inspiring; and winter is for recovering- like a prolonged Sabbath, quiet peaceful restorative. Anticipation of being cooped indoors clears time to recoup. In winter I like to refocus, examine and prioritize my home and my heart. So I am thankful.
This week in 2009, Chris was out to sea on a USCG cutter and I was alone in Maine.
