Falling for the Moment

It is a chilly grey morning here in Ohio. Baby snowflakes dance brilliantly right past my window as they flutter down to the colorful autumn landscape below. The seasons slightly mesh as the snowflakes greet the colorful fall leaves, secretively foretelling of future visits. If you are quiet enough I am sure you could hear the ancient language the seasons share, the snowflake’s whispers, the grass as it shivers, and the trees leaves rustling in the breeze as one by one they transcribe the news to all the other trees that circle the Earth.

Bushy tailed squirrels bustle about hiding caches of acorns in my garden that I will no doubt have to pull up in spring if they are forgotten. Mulched oak leaves blanket my herbs, ready to protect them as they gently sleep through fall’s storms and winter’s harsh elements. Once colorful Zinnias and Marigolds stand solemnly besides the Mums and Pansies all knowing their time is near.

The whistle of my old tea pot awakens me from my dreamy thoughts and I meander down to the kitchen in anticipation, knowing the warmth a morning cup of tea can bring. The bold fragrance of rosehips, orange peel, hibiscus flowers, chicory, and a medley of spices stirs my soul as I dip the tea bag into the mug. Pondering over my first sip of citrus sunshine infused with cinnamon honey, I reflect on the blissful weekend Blue and I shared. Yet another pocketful of memories to add to the storehouse, ready to hold us through the cold dreary winters that no doubt will come as they always do.

This weekend Blue came home from Atlanta in time to see the leaves at their peek. Driving home from the airport, we watched the world blur as we passed it by. Fleeting as fast as a rainbow, myriads of colorful leaves fell from the trees and hit our windshield. The tree tops looked like the tips of paint brushes coloring the sky in many shades of alizarin crimson, cadmium barium vermilion, yellows, and greens. We absorbed every bit of color we possibly could as we headed out to the Roscoe Village Apple Butter Stir off and to Buckeye Lake where we have been considering laying the foundation for life in our forever home. Our short weekend was packed with a lifetime of memories and from it there might even be enough to write a short novel. Yet sometimes it is simpler to allow the images to tell their own story, as each one speaks a thousand words.