Just a Memory Now. . .

Looking out the window today, it feels like winter. I have on two shirts, wool socks, and can’t wait to build a fire in the wood-stove. I was anxious to sit down in the bay window and write today, but as soon as I got my computer set up, the sun went behind gray clouds and hasn’t come back. I don’t mean to complain; I know we don’t have 3 feet of snow on the ground like some, or icy winds blowing across the water to bite us, but it’s all relative, right?

I can’t believe it was only a few weeks ago this was my view. Our beautiful Mulberry tree held its colorful fall leaves long into winter this year. Usually, it is so hot here that we have a couple of days of fall then, wham, it freezes and all these leaves come down at once. This year it seemed that each leaf turned in its own time-had its own performance. And they lasted as a beautiful symphony all together for a very long time. I had lots of time to look up into the branches and remember all the laughter this tree has provided me through my children and the neighbor kids. They climbed high and hung here for hours, imagining Spaceship scenarios, Super Hero adventures, and who knows what else. I provided lots of Popscicles and Capris Suns, and just watched and smiled from my kitchen window.

The garden itch in me says it’s time to open the seed catalogs that have just started arriving, and get out the grow light. I’ll set up the seed starters on tables in the bay window and bring the sunny joy back to sitting in the kitchen and writing.