MWP in Autumn Pensive Mood
The World Series is over, the boats are out of the harbor, and windshield wiper fluid and driveway salt is stacked high throughout the land. We are in the heart of Autumn again.
Next March, the days will finally again be longer than the nights and we can then plan for a summer full of accomplishments. But now it’s time to pause and reflect on another set of seasons lived.
‘Nature is, above all, profligate. Don’t believe them when they tell you how economical and thrifty nature is, whose leaves return to the soil. Wouldn’t it be cheaper to leave them on the tree in the first place? This deciduous business alone is a radical scheme, the brainchild of a deranged manic-depressive with limitless capital. Extravagance! Nature will try anything once.”
“She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last.
– Willa Cather
“A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.”
~E. E. Cummins
“Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.”