Burst open thistle blossom

Burst open thistle blossom

In less tolerant places, one could probably be punished for writing a blog like this.  For daring to bring up the subject.  For discussing this.  For even mentioning the edges of this. 

Thank goodness we’re allowed to speak the truth, all of it.  And here’s the deep-down nitty gritty awful truth:

Autumn is right around the corner.

Swirl of fern drying up and turning brown

Swirl of fern drying up and turning brown

“What?”  you’re saying.  “What are you talking about?  It’s only July 20th!  It’s mid-summer, for goodness sake.  Fall isn’t for a couple months.  Let’s enjoy summer.  Let’s just stay present with the beautiful green leaves and flowers.  You got some kind of weird winter fixation, or what?”

Nope, not me.  I’m enjoying summer (or whatever resembles summer in these parts, this year) as much as anyone else.  Loving the blossoming, the blooming, the rich greenery, the garden, the jungle-like woods, the sun, the warmth, the…well, you get the picture.  Summer rocks!

But the woods, itself, tells a story of the changing seasons.

Dead fern on crumbling log

Dead fern on crumbling log

A slight yellow hue transmutes some ferns from vibrant green.  Some leaves waving merrily in the wind of green trees lose their vibrancy.  The reds and oranges and yellows of autumn still remain at bay, but the subtle signs of change already waft through the landscape.

Pock-marked leaf

Pock-marked leaf

Some of the leaves now sport pock-marks from fungus or other diseases; many contain holes where insects have lunched their fill.  If you look at the different leaves, each one has endured a journey throughout the summer which has both strengthened and challenged.  Hey, does that sound like us humans as well?

Lupin pods

Lupin pods

Even our “Bud Man” has disappeared from the elder tree; the berries eaten by birds.  Click here to see how the “Bud Man” looked back in May. Oh how fleeting is the Moment!  Perhaps it can make us appreciate even deeper the momentary appearance of the flowers, the berries, the garden peas. 

Goodbye Bud Man.  It was nice knowing you.

Goodbye Bud Man. It was nice knowing you.

The forest whispers its secrets to us.  And the secrets are not taboo.  If we allow the hint of autumn to open our hearts to the majesty of what appears, right now.  Let’s continue to appreciate it.   Perhaps if the leaves never turned red or orange, or the frost never nipped the pumpkins, we’d never truly feel so amazingly blessed by what the Earth shares with us.

P.S.  Today’s my birthday!  And I am feeling so utterly grateful and blessed by all you readers, this blog and the world of opening the door, walking outside…

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