Mother Nature is giving us one last hurrah. An Indian Summer, if you will. I know it’s not politically correct to call it that, but that’s all I know it by and I always thought of it as a beautiful term. It always conjured within me peaceful images of Native Americans on the plains.
It’s so odd to have falling leaves outside. The bright hues
of Autumn in the earth tones. It looks as if it should be cold, but I’m still
wearing shorts and a t-shirt. It reminds me of the Autumns of my youth. It was
never cold for Halloween. Our costumes were never covered up by jackets and you
never had to wear long underwear under anything. A princess looked like a
princess. A pirate looked like a pirate.
Mid-October I usually remove the polish from my toes. I tend
to have a sad sigh as I do it because it’s an end of a season. My bare toes
will not see sunshine for 6 months.
This year I’ve managed to prolong the inevitable. My toes
are still enjoying their peeks of sunshine on them, although it’s so odd to
have piles of leaves under the trees in the background.
As I sit here in my t-shirt and look at the weather
forecast, I see my bare foot days are coming to an end probably tomorrow.
This Autumn has brought other interesting nature things to
my front doorstep. I’ve seen a few shooting stars and one green meteorite.
I don’t know if that means anything metaphorically, but it
is unusual – just as this year has been.
So during this pandemic, I try to see the positive because
the negative outweighs nearly everything.
I look for the small things to appreciate. The simple things
that help me through these trying times. This month its:
Shooting stars
Green meteorites
Bare feet
A rallying cry of summer
