Thursday, September 10, 2015

LONGING FOR AUTUMN



If you stop long enough and enjoy all the natural wonders of our environment, you will notice fall is in the air again. The long days of August have waned and the unpredictable days of September are waxing and although we have not had a very hot summer this year, I am still anxious for autumn to arrive.

Out of all the months of the year, August is my least favorite, even if my birthday is during this time.  By the end of the Mercer County Fair and Horse Show each year, I am wishing for October to arrive.  Cool mornings and beautiful days, these get me going even better than the first few days of spring.

Everywhere you look there are impending signs of autumn, but none are more prominent than the changes in tobacco fields.  Lush green leaves of tobacco have now turned a pleasing yellow, signaling the time to reap the harvest.  Personally, I’m glad I don’t have to work in the tobacco fields anymore, but I still love looking at a wonderful plot of the fully-grown plants.

As the weather has cooled, our air conditioner has been turned off and the windows thrown open. I love to have the crisp fall air blowing the curtains and filling my home with freshness. Having the windows open also allows me to hear the cacophony of insects alive in my backyard. For the past twenty years, we have been establishing a wildlife habitat in our backyard and there is nothing better than listening to the night sounds. Frogs, owls, crickets, and cicadas, they are music to my ears and my heart.

Another sight that I associate with autumn is an increase in spider webs throughout the landscape.  With the cooler days approaching, we are experiencing more fog during the morning hours and the moisture from the fog is the perfect silhouette for spider webs.  The moist dew from the fog helps the webs to sparkle like diamonds.  I love taking pictures of spider webs when they are wet with dew because they look like bits of lace sprinkled around the yard.  Also, I like those big yellow spiders that make their appearance in fall.  They always remind me of Charlotte from “Charlotte’s Web,” not to mention the fact that they eat hundreds of garden pets during the course of the day.  As long as I can see the spiders, I’ll let them remain to feast on the undesirables who try to eat my plants.

Falling leaves are a sure sign that autumn has arrived.  Although the leaves haven’t started falling in mass yet, I know that the big “fall” is not far away.  Leaves start falling rather slowly, first the old dried leaves that did not make it through the summer litter the edges of roads and lay limply under the trees.  Then you have the spectacular colors long associated with autumn – red, yellow, orange.  Finally, by the middle of November, the color display will cease and then the leaves will fall in mass.  Most people see falling leaves as a major chore to be cleaned up; I see falling leaves as food for my yard and garden.  Not to mention the leaves make wonderful compost.

Another sure sign of fall for me is the pinecones forming on my pine trees.  I know this does not sound like a big deal to most people, but I have never had my own pinecones until a few years ago.  We have two pine trees, which my husband planted about twenty years ago.  These were end of the season discounts we thought would add privacy to our yard.  These two trees have been a wonderful success and I have been rewarded with my own pinecones.

This year, both of the pines are hanging full of forming pinecones.  I have enjoyed watching these natural decorations mature from tiny green nubs to pale green baby cones to full grown pinecones with all the sweet smells of the pins.  I’m sure the newness of the pinecones will wear off in a few years when my yard is covered with them, but for now, I’m just going to enjoy nature’s wonders.

Fall is in the air again and I love every minute.  Goldenrod and Ironweed are starting to bloom, ornamental grasses are waving their large plumes, and vegetable gardens are preparing for a long winter’s nap.  It won’t be long until the frost is on the pumpkins.  And speaking of pumpkins, it’s almost that time of the year again, too!  Tobacco, spiders, and pumpkins … Oh my!


Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Windsday


WINDSDAY

Oak leaves dance and twirl
like a brown whirlwind littering the air
as the unusual windsday blows through.
Robins going from treetop to tree
teeter off course in the gusty gale.
Bags, napkins and other garbage
take flight to pollute other areas.
Flags snap to attention,
stiff in the cold air;
weak tree branches break and bow,
as young saplings dip to the ground.
Ladies over 60 protect tightly permed hair
with plastic rain caps,
while the under 40 crowd let their hair
blow wildly in the storm.
Garbage cans, Christmas decorations and all manner of yard art
have been gobbled up by the current
and deposited down the street.
Umbrellas turn inside out and no longer protect from the rain,
and doors are ripped wide open with the cold, wet blast.
Makes you kind of wonder if mistral gusts are meant to scare us away
or draft us closer together,
or maybe it is angel kisses from on high
giving us a whiff of what's to come.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Books, books, and more books


I have a tendency to keep all my books, which leads to a dilemma - where to put them all. I have two large bookcases in my living room crammed full of books, and I have a smaller book case I use for my TBR pile and current readings. I also have bookcases in the bathroom (please, don't even ask), my bedroom, the spare bedroom and my daughters bedroom.

 That being said, I have at least 10 large totes full of books and these are stacked into every available closet space I can find. Of course, this doesn't count the books I have stacked on the end of the couch or piled up on the end tables and nightstands. My goal is to one day have built-in bookcases for the spare bedroom and to turn it into a library slash writing room. But currently, the funds are way too low and I don't have the energy to clean the junk out of the room. This will be a big project over the next few years.

Sometimes on rare occasions, I may donate books to the public library, but that's usually if I end up with duplicates. I favor hardback books over paperback books, so I do sometimes sell paperbacks at yard sales. I also loan out books to family members, and occasionally to a few residents at the local nursing home.

Books play a big part in my family's life - my hubby and youngest daughter love books as much as I do. Books are also the presents we give people at Christmas, birthdays and other special occasions.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

If I were a flower


If I were a flower, I'd be a daisy, white and fluffy with a happy yellow face. I'd be growing on the garden fringes, away from the fancy hybrids with their unusual growing habits and prized blooms. I'm not one for large crowds or loud excitement, so being a wallflower, the plain little daisy would be just my speed.

Hardy growth requiring minimal care, this also describes me to a tee. I'm not one for fashion or makeup or hairdo, preferring instead to enjoy life's little pleasures. Low maintenance - that is me and the daisies.

Childish games from yester-year occupy a summer day. Daisy chains adorn my head and the gentle singing of "He loves me, he loves me not" fills the air. You can always find me out in the garden, passing the time with my friends. Goldenrod and Black-eye Susans will always be pretty, but nothing holds my heart like the quaint eccentric daisy.

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Autumn is fast approaching

A Sonic View
Service berries, red and full,
continue clinging to bare branches;
water droplets from a drizzling rain
resemble ice tears
as they sparkle and brighten a dull day.

Majestic pine trees standing straight and tall,
like sentry guards
or some wayward big brother;
the striking green needles
adding texture to the dreariness.

Black walnuts gather on the ground
beneath the naked mother tree,
hulls fading from palest green
to ripened yellow-brown
promising yummy treats to come.

A lone red cedar towering over all the others,
watches over all with grandfatherly ease;
although no longer young and vital
the weathered branches continue to hold
a calm and peaceful quality.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

From afternoon dreaming to Haiku

Haiku in the Park


Hedge apples fall down,
squirrels eat them up today,
Hedge apples gone now.



Sunshine breaks the clouds,
beams come down in vast array
then it's gone away.



Red-headed woodpecker
clings to tree, inclined repose;
peek, peek, peek - he's gone.



Clouds float by on wind,
fluffy elements of shape
making me laugh joyful.



Oak leaves strewn on ground,
litter with orange, red, yellow;
pretty to look at.


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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Shadows of Requiem


(Photo by Dan Felstead of Wood and Pixels Narratives)



SHADOWS OF REQUIEM

Tension seems endless,
torn with concern,
steep and winding,
and it twists and turns
like hidden secrets from the past.
Early morning memories are like mist,
raising vague memories of a forgotten dream.
Mysteries echo and reach out,
mysteries of a past unturned;
on the surface calm and serene,
but heavy with undercurrents
a web of confusion draws the anxiety deeper into the core
like a raised spector of yesteryear,
intruding on the future.
Unreasonable hatred can unlock
the dark corridors and musty corners,
turning the tension into a symbol of strength
to unlock the secrets of the future.
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Sunday, August 30, 2015

Growing even in hard times



The following is a status my husband posted on Facebook a year ago today:

August 30, 2014
Day 50 back at University of Kentucky's Intensive Care Unit (ICU) with Bobbi. She's getting IV meds for her low blood pressure and they need to start her back on short length hemodialysis. The Critical Decision Unit ICU didn't have a bed available for dialysis (requires a water hookup) so she's back where she started.
Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers for improvements in her condition.
Thanks again for everything.

Yes, I am very thankful to be alive today. I had a rough 117 day in hell (my length of time in the hospital), but it is all in my past. I no longer need dialysis because my kidneys are working on their own. My diabetes and hypertension medications have been decreased due to unforeseen weight loss.

I am still weak and I still need oxygen, but I can see tiny improvements every day. I was told it may be a year before I regain all the strength and stamina I lost while I was in the hospital, so I still have a ways to go, but I'll get there.

Thank you to all my family and friends for the prayers, wishes and warm thoughts sent my way. I know this helped my recovery and I will never be able to repay everyone.


Saturday, August 29, 2015

And so it goes .....


There's a sad sort of clanging
from the clock in the hall
and the bells in the steeple,
and up in the nursery
an absurd little bird
is popping out to say coo-coo
(coo-coo, coo-coo)
 
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Friday, August 28, 2015

The sun is shining again

The past few refreshing mornings have been wonderful! It is noticeably cooler with little to no humidity, reminding me that summer is quickly fading and autumn is fast approaching. I love having the windows open so the curtains blow in the breeze. I love the fresh, crisp smells of the air, ruffling the pages of the manuscript I am working on. It has felt good to be writing this week because it has taken my mind off my illness

Some days will when I am fine, days where I do not cry or have an uncontrollable urge to huddle in a little heap and snarl at someone, days where I smile at the world and feel comfortable. Then everything will suddenly change and the burning hole in my chest will burst open, erupting and I suffocate, no matter how hard and how deep I try to breathe. No matter how hard I try to protect myself against this feeling, it never gets easier.

Life is not always warm and fuzzy, but I have developed different coping mechanisms to get me through those moments and carry on, carry on as if nothing is wrong….just carry on. There are days when it really feels as if Lady Luck turned her back on me, where I cannot feel her warm smile beam down on me. There are days where I battle with each step I take and each breath I breathe, where I battle to remind myself that the sun will shine again. It is times like these where I feel defeated, where it feels as if all I do is in vain, where all I want to do is have a “pity me” party.

My mind is a babbling mess of uncontrollable chaos. I wish there was just a small fraction of a moment where I could escape the inner dialogue racing through my brain, to just leave everything behind, forget about things that need to be done, forget about responsibilities, just sit by myself and wallow in self-pity.

But I have so much to be thankful for, so many reasons to rejoice. I am so lucky to be alive today, and even though I know I still have a long way to go, I have to give myself some slack and not get frustrated with my slow progress. Things could be a lot worse for me, so I will take my rehab one step at a time, with grace and gratitude.

And the sun will shine again tomorrow.

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