Thursday, September 24, 2009

at their gentle best

Good morning. I've noticed the change in the seasons coming of late, a bit quirky in my observations I suppose, I see things that are poetic in nature and not all together structured to the vision of one's eyes but of one's heart. September has always been a favorite time of year for me, a melancholy month to be sure- Fall hangs like a cloak on the trees and dampens all the webs with dew. It's a time that all good things must end, or rather prepare for deep sleep, spiders have all my sympathy. They are the hardest little workers these days and I marvel at their work ethic, often running into their masterpieces while mowing or walking and then later finding that once again, even with their sure demise just around the corner- they rebuild again and again.

Before the leaves begin their free fall from the old Silver Maples in the yard, it's as though the branches and twigs that hold the stem to the leaves give a final heave and then slowly, deliberately bow- humbled with the weight of so many leaves now left to fall where they may, the trees seem exhausted and droops accordingly. Preying Mantises are everywhere- on the Golden Rod, the flag on the old summer kitchen, on the screens to the sun porch. Green and brown and sometimes a rust red, depending on what they're perched upon. And now too, the birds seem impatient- fighting amongst themselves or perhaps it's time that the little birds found their own way and in their reluctance to leave the nest- they squabble with their parents. The night noises are at their gentle best, coyotes howling in the distance, crickets and tree frogs harmonizing- the melody of September is one I know by heart and love so well. The Big Fish says in Maine- it's much quieter. This worries me so much so that I've decided to tape record my evenings here, just in case the silence breaks my heart. So much to do before the big move, but I cannot forget what sustains me. I must frame each event and give it subtle reference- like "September sunrise" or "late fall reflection" in case I need visuals too, on what has all been blessed assurances to my soul here on this farm.

Ahhh, my days are numbered now- not much longer, the wait. The house will be closed on by mid November, things being mostly settled by mid October, hope I will be too.

Take care-


Anonymous said...

Spiders make me think of Indian Summer which makes me think of grandma! When she was a little girl she was on the "big slide" at school and watching the spider webs float by in the breeze. She forgot what she was doing and fell off, broke her arm. So the "big boys" took the "big slide" down. Thanks for my walk down memory lane this morning!! Love you, Rhi

Jayne said...

So, you did find a buyer? I know it's all bittersweet, but after having seen friends blogs from Maine, I know there will be just as many wonderful, special things for you there. :c)

Deborah Charles said...

I have to share one of my favorite poems.

After awhile you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a chld,
And you learn to build all your roads
On today because tommorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in midflight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.
After awhile you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong.
And that you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every good bye, you learn.

truewonder said...

Thanks for the story Rhi, I wish I could hear more and more of Lou, she was more like a mom than I ever knew...hadn't been for her, I wouldn't have learned much. I miss her more than I can say.
Yes, the buyers are bubbling.
D.C- thanks, I read that poem when I was a younger woman, hadn't heard it in years- spoke volumes to me then too!

Anonymous said...

so good to see you and your family last night - I will miss you terribly when you go. But I will read your blog everyday just to make sure you are still out there and loving every nook and cranny of life. I will visit Maine through your writing.
I love your girls to pieces and meeting "the big fish" was nice too! He's so lucky to have you. If I don't see you again before you leave - I wish you peace joy and happiness always. You will always hold a special place in my heart - we have some pretty terrific memories that I'll cherish forever. Kim W.

truewonder said...

"loving every nook and cranny of life"- Kim, that's a beautiful thing to hear from a friend through thick and thin. You have made my day- love to you on your upcoming special, good to be proud day. I am proud of you and for you. Much love-