Well after ignoring the fact that I am a writer for almost
four months I can say I am back. I have had the worst case of writer’s block
you could imagine. But not only that I have had nothing to rant about. After we
left our former dance studio and made the move to a more positive and honest studio
atmosphere the desire to be negative and rant left me. I felt as if the clouds
of doom had been lifted and we were free. So that left a void of the rant…it
was gone but not forgotten. So today I thought I would bring some positive
thoughts and images to your mind.
I rarely describe where I write as I like to be very
private but the scene outside my window today is stunning. I write on the upper
floor of our home and can see most of our back yard. The edges of the yard are
lined with trees each one different. A red maple in the back far corner as the
fence becomes irregular and juts into the neighbouring yard. We are flanked by
six other properties as the shape of the yard is odd and long but wide in some
places and then folds it’s way to the back where it become bent into a smaller
version of itself. The Harlequin maple has dropped all of its leaves and sits
waiting for winter to blast its way through and line the branches with snow. This
is a majestic tree in the spring and summer. The leaves are a soft green in the
centre and then a gentle green yellow towards the outside and the branches are
overly full of leaves by the late spring. This tree fill up with so many leaves
it looks as if it might topple over from the weight above, but it never has and
it stands beautiful every year.
Between these two maple trees is a sugar maple. It
has died but not quite. There is a very small amount of green leaves still
clinging to it last branches. Sadly, it will need to be removed soon. The beech
tree and the other tree that will remain unnamed, as I have no idea what
variety it is, are still covered in leaves. The beech tree has not even turned
yellow yet. The leaves still cling a brilliant green and rustle in the wind
attached as if they will remain for the winter. The unknown tree has turned
yellow. A bright and glowing colour that covers the branches with a silhouette of
fall and the beauty I see from my window.
The grass remains green and scattered with fallen
leaves of many colours and crinkled shapes. The vegetable garden is empty but
for the last few pepper plants gaining the last rays of sunshine from the days
ahead. Their green presence a reminder of the summer just past. The perennial spices
remain too. Sage, thyme, mint, chocolate mint, lovage and rosemary all linger
in the cooling weather and ready themselves for the long sleep ahead. I will
see you all in the spring as you poke your heads up from your sleep. Thank you
for your harvest gifts this year, we are grateful. I could almost smell each
one of them in turn as I wrote their names.
The glow of the late morning sun sitting low on the
horizon brings thoughts of the cold winter days ahead that will set before they
awake. The short days that bring the sleep to the world and the refreshing of
the land and lakes to come as they sleep alongside and protect the animals that
rest over the cold months. But just before that the few days of glory, the days
of the bright colours that decorate our landscape just outside our windows.
