| Tina Opines Dec 1 | A favorite season Today, December 1, is overcast. A pensive day. Light rain stains the faded red brick path to our house into a dark, vibrant one. Drops of water anoint my head as I pass under the somewhat rusted iron archway with honeysuckle flowers long gone. Their leaves remain a dull green as there has yet to be a "hard frost." The side garden is now decimated of wildflowers. The goldfinches have migrated through a month ago, and the purple coneflower seeds have been spread with abandon for next year. The leaves from the silver maple, chestnut oak, and black walnut trees lay dried and withered across the ground. Yet, a neighbor's towering, maple leaf oak has yet let go of its bountiful, yet weathered summer frippery This I understand. This realization that the time has come to change with the seasons of one's life. In aging, nature mirrors the beauty of one's own reality. It is a wonderful looking glass. Photos by Tina Hudak of her neighborhood to accompany her writing; the gif. is through Creative Commons, Wikimedia Commons | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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