Autumn Musings
Autumn morning: The
house is quiet. I start my coffee in the espresso machine and look out the
window to the East. Vapor rises from the pond and pink sunrise streams through
the mist, looking ethereal. Seven robins squabble like siblings at the outdoor
fountain. Another robin stands guard in
the middle of the bird bath, chasing away the finches that approach. A blue and
white Stellar Jay hops around the rose bushes. The garden is spent except for a
short row of beets that I should harvest. A few roses have survived the cold
snap. I sip my latte and say, “Good morning!” to God.
Autumn afternoon: The late afternoon sun hangs low in the
southwestern sky, streaming through the neighbor’s two red maples. Clear blue
sky stretches over the mountains. Two foxes dart through the
neighborhood—probably the same ones that I saw in our back yard a couple of
days ago. A few leaves float to the ground from our Purple Autumn Ash, aptly
named for its beautiful purple this time of year. Pruners in hand, I head to
the rose bushes. I snip the last seven fragrant blossoms to enjoy indoors.
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Sun brings the day, and moon and
stars grace the night. I marvel at the predictability and rhythm of the turning
of earth and the coming and going of days and seasons. Birds and foxes
reproduce after their “kind,” as do all manner of flowers and vegetables. I
acknowledge and thank Creator God for creation—for life, for my life and the
beauty of this fall day.
(c) Marlene Depler Permission must be granted to reprint in any form.
