Sunday, November 14, 2004
NOVEMBER BY DESIGN....
Today is my day to do something a little different from writing the ongoing saga of my life. Each day I live is one more thing to write about…this could go on for a very long time…or maybe not. That is the fun of life. Not knowing. Not knowing about a lot of things. That’s why I think each day is an exciting gift that opens up fresh every 12-hours or so and allows us to either be dragged kicking and hollering….or to hop skip and jump our way through every minute. Either way….the day will NOT go as planned by you or whomever. The excitement about living is….at any given moment a great surprise can happen. I hope all of your surprises are good ones….and if not….may your falls all be “bounces.”
For your reading pleasure, or not….but for my pleasure, I offer the following observation.
NOVEMBER
The trees by now are on the decline. They are half ready for bed and like a reluctant child, are waiting to be coaxed into their winter’s nap. The sky, getting a little chilly herself, has put her blue skirt away and put on the gray flannel; the sun is beginning to feel the early hours she put in last summer so has been a late riser the past few mornings. Being in no mood for schedules she even “cat naps” all through the day and only occasionally walks along the hills.
The wind has been prancing rampant outside the window like a playful puppy. It jumps on the door till it rattles a tune and then darts around the yard till the leaves scurry in all directions. Their hollow tones sound a bamboo staccato as they dance madly and settle again. It lifts it’s head to the autumn sky and wails a mournful puppy song over and over again.
The squirrels hear this recital with great lack of interest and disrespect. While the wind has been absorbed in it’s own escapades they have been working the clock around to carry every last nut home. And now, a little heady with their own success, they have given way to nonsense and are playing tag under the oaks.
Winter waits to make her entrance while Fall reigns for a few last days…..
Until tomorrow,
Essentially Esther
For your reading pleasure, or not….but for my pleasure, I offer the following observation.
NOVEMBER
The trees by now are on the decline. They are half ready for bed and like a reluctant child, are waiting to be coaxed into their winter’s nap. The sky, getting a little chilly herself, has put her blue skirt away and put on the gray flannel; the sun is beginning to feel the early hours she put in last summer so has been a late riser the past few mornings. Being in no mood for schedules she even “cat naps” all through the day and only occasionally walks along the hills.
The wind has been prancing rampant outside the window like a playful puppy. It jumps on the door till it rattles a tune and then darts around the yard till the leaves scurry in all directions. Their hollow tones sound a bamboo staccato as they dance madly and settle again. It lifts it’s head to the autumn sky and wails a mournful puppy song over and over again.
The squirrels hear this recital with great lack of interest and disrespect. While the wind has been absorbed in it’s own escapades they have been working the clock around to carry every last nut home. And now, a little heady with their own success, they have given way to nonsense and are playing tag under the oaks.
Winter waits to make her entrance while Fall reigns for a few last days…..
Until tomorrow,
Essentially Esther
