Last week my brother, Rick, sent me a very nice piece of prose that he wrote. Within that story, Rick described the magnificent colors on the trees which he could see from his “Front Porch”.
This week I should invite him to come to my house. I’m hoping he will be able to write another heart-warming story about the view from my “Front Yard”…while he is helping me rake leaves.
Last week he could see the glorious hues of fall. This week all I see are grungy smudges of brown after the fall. What do you think? If Rick can find splendor in the tree’s last week, he ought to be able to write Splendor in the Grass Too, this week.
Actually I am only halfheartedly complaining about the hard work of clearing the lawn. I do appreciate the vibrantly dyed leaves on the trees surrounding my home. The operative word is “on”. “Off” their limbs the leaves seem stained rather than painted. That’s the half of fall I do not look forward to.
I have chosen to stay in Michigan because I honestly enjoy all four seasons. Certainly there is visual beauty all year round. Unfortunately, observable magnificence is soon-after mitigated by physical exertion.
Freshly fallen snow with drifted sculpturing is a marvel to see. Snow blowing, in opposition to blowing snow at negative wind-chill, is a task I do not particularly enjoy.
In the Spring, there is always glorious “new life” of sprouting bulb plants. Of course also sprouting are the grass runners I didn’t get out of the lilies when cutting them back last fall.
Ah, yes…Summer eventually arrives. Progressively warming sunshine, …gradually longer days to increase daylight pleasures, …steadily varying beautiful and fragrant blooms, …more and more of everything—including mosquito bites, weeding and lawn-mowing.
Now it’s fall. Yup, it is nice that the scorching heat of August is falling to a more comfortable level. I suppose most folks don’t actually mind the steadily shortening days. Now the sun falls below the horizon while we’re still awake enough to enjoy those God-crafted paintings. And, as I began this bit of Frivolity, Fall is fabulous before the fall.
Yup, fall I did while climbing the unstable compost pile to dump a bag of Toro-scrunched leaves. However, I think that was more my fault that the fault of fall.
Before………………………….and……………..After the fall [about 4’ high]