NaBloPoMo: Changes

 From our back yard…
October 18th  

October 28th
  

November 1st

Autumn slips in
as the turning leaves fall
and the wind whips them
into fluid art forms
on my driveway.
I’m caught off guard
by the sudden romp from August’s humidity and mosquitos
to October’s football games and mulled cider.

Changes…

It seemed to happen so fast…

When I look back
I can see the gentle work
of cooler nights and shorter days.
I see the progression,
the subtle slide
from growth and harvest
to rest and renewal.

Changes…

Glorious!
Showing the Creator’s splendor,
the passage of time,
and the new life to come.

Changes…

Raking Leaves: An Exercise in Gratefulness?

leaves

 

That, my friends, is the culmination of about 2 weeks worth of raking, mulching, composting and bagging some of the leaves in our back yard. 16 containers/bags of leaves! Both compost bins are stuffed to the max (twice). With the weather forecast heading to below-I-don’t-wanna-know later this week, I decided to try and make a little headway.

I don’t mind yard work, as a rule. It’s a great excuse to be outside. We have multiple bird feeders, dens of rabbits and the occasional fox, hawk and possum. In the middle of suburbia, there’s a lot to see.

This year I realized how lucky I am. I am physically able to rake my leaves. So many of my patients are exhausted, unable to handle the smallest of chores around their homes. Laundry, groceries, cooking and cleaning are beyond them. They are dependent on friends or pay out large chunks of cash.

So as I raked and stuffed each bag, I thought about them. Named them. Prayed for those who help them. Each time I hauled another bag to the curb this afternoon, I wondered who would be handling their leaves and (too soon) shoveling their walkways.

I walked my labyrinth afterwards, letting my body cool down from the exertion. So much to be grateful for… and I am.

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-2

Everything on earth
has its own time
    and its own season.
There is a time
for birth and death,
    planting and reaping…

Tchaikovsky – The Seasons – Autumn