“Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.” Henry David Thoreau
My Autumn Leaves
Having moved from Southwest Texas to North Central Texas, we really went from one extreme to another. We moved almost as far from one corner of the state to the other. From the Rio to the Red.
One of the pleasures has been the actual slow approach of fall. We seem to really have a fall. Well. as much as one could expect in Texas. Southwest Texas always seemed like to shift from hot to a week or two of comfortable coolness and then wham, a “blue norther” would blow in and every leaf went from green to dead.
I am relaxing with the slowness of North Central Texas. We are closer to East Texas and people just move at a slower pace. I have a theory that it has a little to do with how mother nature moves. I think the people, like the leaves, grow to reflect that movement.
So, I am enjoying the slowness of the coming of Winter and getting to rest in the reassurance of slow change. Green to red is much nicer than green to dead. I trust that it works with humans as well as leaves!
None the less, I am getting the fireplace ready for use…†…monos en theos…jim
We have yet to have any really cold or fall like weather, yet the leaves seem to know it is time for change.
I can say it. I can feel it. I can listen to Sam Cooke tell me that “A change goin’ to come”. But, why is it so hard. I sometimes wish I could adapt to my surroundings and change like the leaves.
Yet despite the want and the know, I cling to what I am. I most often feel that I don’t quite fit in. Not from the lack of trying. I feel like a river that has been dammed.
“You don’t have to fear change. What you need to fear is things remaining the same. When that happens, life has stopped.” Melody Beattie
monos en theos…†…jim
When I was a photographer at the Dallas Morning News, I was always submitting “picture” stories to the editors. One day one of them told me, that as a photographer my job was to tell the story in one image. A series of photos took up too much space, which was needed for advertising.
I would like to ask that editor today, how did that work out for you ? I am now my own editor and here in West Texas, we have lots of space. Fall is spread as distant as the trees. So here is a little taste of fall, all from my yard.
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day!
Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree…
~ Emily Brontë
Find some peace in the midst of a “fall”. ††† en theos ††† jim
BY EMILY BRONTË