What a joy to discover this about my Dad. As a middle-aged adult child I have become aware that there is still much to know of my parents. How wonderful! 🙂
I am an Autumn/Winter person. The crispness of the air is almost in contrast to the deep warm hues. There is nostalgia in the air that refreshes my roots. A new school year represents a clean page on which to express my ponderings.
Which seasons resonate within you, dear reader?
I love summer! When spring first breaks I bask in its emerging greenery. April, May and June are my favorite months. Each year they seem to get shorter. Almost without warning, the greenery that has overtaken the landscape, takes on deeper hues. I try to hang onto July and August longer than they can possibly last. Whoosh! Touches of yellow ochre begin to mutate from the richness of summer’s phthalo green. Soon yellows and reds will bathe the landscape afresh. Fall will burst with energy. Then it, too, will all-too-soon-fade.
Such thoughts well up within my spirit as I gaze out upon the woods behind our house. Fading bushes along the perimeter join with fading green outcroppings among the trees. They sculpt imaginative contrasts in the leafy panorama. Then it catches my eye. One red leaf! Just one–with others transitioning around it. It’s too soon! Still August–well, one more day, anyway. But it…
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