It’s a little wild out there today, but only in the best way. Leaves are everywhere and color abounds. Some people, mostly kids, I suppose, who think the trees wave their leaves and make the wind. What a delightful thought, the trees getting together to toss the air along, running it and then they all stop together. What wonderful harmonies they make with each other.
Clouds scudding (no other word will do) across the sky from southwest up above the house and gone to the north east and the trees will not let the air rest as it runs into houses and hedges and over the top of my canyon where the air is resting before joining the rest.
Rain will arrive today but the foreplay of wind and leaves, murmurs at every point make it welcome when it comes, but for now, we shall all dance together.
“As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.”
The wild gusts combing the leaves from the trees, where just yesterday I’d spent a quieter day employing rake and mower to gather the first flush of leaf fall, the yellowed tulip tree leaves starting first. I knew I was providing a fresh canvas to paint all about the tree with yellow shapes, of different hues. Leaving a new coat of many colors over the land.
Wild indeed today, the air is temperate enough to caress rather than pierce, the world is more alert, the leaves spread the news, change is coming, the world whirls into November with laughter today, playful, coaxing. A special day, when we came in I had to give the dog a bone in apology.
