… and it doesn’t sit right with me. I’d be just as happy to see those new walking boots languishing in their box in the closet, rather than on my feet as I plod through the snow. I say this even though I was happy to buy them so that I might continue the walking regimen right through the entire Winter season. Well … the snow was bound to happen soon or later. It’s just that we’ve had such a glorious Fall, why spoil it with snow?
Keeping up with the trend all week, the temps were mild but a little breezy when I left the house on my walk. Down to the train tracks and back was all I could muster this morning since I turned off the alarm and laid my head back down “just for a minute” and awoke with a start almost an hour later. Oops! And, then it seemed I was playing catch-up all day long to recover that lost time.
Along the way in Wyandotte, it was garbage day and there were many people raking furiously to get all those leaves bagged and to the curb by the time the truck came by. Some of the homes with large properties and multiple trees had as many as twenty or more yard waste bags lined up in neat rows near the curb. You can tell everyone’s favorite big box store or grocery store by the name emblazoned on the bag. I had to grin when I saw the yard waste bags from Lowe’s that said “Whew, I’m stuffed!” and indeed they were crammed full to the brim with crinkly leaves. See … stuffed is not just equated with turkeys and how you feel after Thanksgiving dinner.
But don’t despair that all has withered and fallen off or died on the vine because I saw a magnolia tree with buds ready to burst and roses that are still beautifully in bloom extending our Indian Summer one day at a time. I leave you with this thought:
Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of Summer as a fine opal carries the color of moonrise. – Gladys Taber