On this first day of AutumnPosted: September 22, 2012
Rains came overnight, but this morning the clouds parted and the sun came out in time to welcome the Spirit of Autumn to the realm of Breezy Acres. Yellows are rolling across the meadows and reds are starting to color the tips of the maple leaves. The crows continue to meet in the woods for their Caw Conference, the Blue Jays trying to imitate them. Late in the day, storm clouds and rain returned, but just before the rain fell, the colors around the pond swelled and popped, and a painting of Autumn spread out across the land.
M and I went up to Cleveland today for lunch at Muse, a restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton. It was a surprise lunch/party for a good friend. Happy Birthday, CB! The food was great, the company was wonderful, and I’m so glad we didn’t miss it.
I thought about missing it. For the sake of others, I probably should have missed it. Somewhere along the way over the course of the past few days of fun and biking, I managed to catch a cold. Peh. Actually, I know where I got it. (Rolls eyes towards M.) I intend to spend the next few days taking such good care of myself that the cold will leave as quickly as it came. I’ve noticed viruses of this type don’t care much for healthy activities and exercise.
I am way, way, way behind when it comes to responding to comments, visiting you all, and all things blogging. I apologize. I’ve been trying to get caught up a little this afternoon and evening, but it might be a case of letting go of catching up and starting where I am. Then again, I think I’ve been behind since June so I might start thinking of it as being caught up for the moment even if that moment is in your past. It’s still new to me.
Speaking of the moment and the past, today was my last day of the Great Year-Long Yoga Challenge. Tomorrow I will start my Great Year-Long Meditation Challenge (in which I will practice seated meditation daily). The walks and the yoga will continue. After two years of daily walks and one year of daily yoga, they are part of my life now. I can’t imagine a day without them.
It’s early in the season (only the first day!), but I’m thinking this might be the Autumn of the Great Blue Heron. I have encountered this normally shy bird several times over the past few days, and instead of fleeing as soon as s/he catches sight of me, he or she has hung around long enough for me to not only get a good look and admire the bird, but allowed me to take a few decent photos.
I’m seeing them here at the pond and elsewhere. They are beautiful, fascinating birds. I love to watch them take flight, marveling at whatever magic it is they possess that allows such a big bird to fly so gracefully.
That’s it from the Bogs for today. Thank you so much for stopping by and keeping up with me. I’ll be stopping by your place soon. I promise. In the meantime, while you’re here, I’ve converted tomatoes and peppers and cilantro from the garden into some awesomely fresh salsa waiting to be gobbled up. The tortilla chips are sitting there next to the big bowl of salsa. Enjoy. :)
Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What person can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his or her world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?
~ Hal Borland