On a cloudy Monday morning in November, my thoughts turn naturally to autumn.
Autumn means:
- finding the snowsuits
- finishing the canning
- watching my flower beds turn brown
-cutting enough wood to heat the house all winter
and a myriad of other slightly sobering ideas ramble through my mind.
Somehow these lead to all my memories of other falls, long past.
and then I think, wow, life is moving quickly to my own autumn. I have a 29 year old son, I have 9 grandchildren, soon to be 11.
But wait, I am planing to live to be 100. This is just summer for me. I have a six year old child downstairs drawing an eye patch and a pirate map so we can play. In the seasons of my life, I am barely past midsummer. These are the longest days! Begone, grey depression, I have many things to do before fall come for me.
