âThere is a subtle magic in the falling of old leaves.â Avijeet Das
I have a few trees (aspen, birch, dogwood) that are dropping their leaves for the next few weeks…my neighbors have large maples that will shed their leaves into my yard into December…the ‘beauty’ becomes tiresome by then and the ‘magic’ has lost its appeal by then.
A beautiful Summer of never ending blooms and beauty. Another wave perhaps, but the Fall colors are emerging. Beautiful transitions.
‘The sun shines different ways in winter and summer. We shine different ways in the seasons of our lives.’ Terri Guillemets
First Clematis, Rhody’s yet to burst, Dogwoods colorful. Roses waiting to make their much awaited entrance. The new growth and colors lifts one’s spirit.
in Portland, Oregon
âWhen spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.â Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
