Single impatiens flower reclines on the front porch

Single impatiens flower reclines on the front porch

I incorrectly spelled the name of the above flower when typing out the cutline:  Single impatient flower reclines on front porch.  That of course gets one thinking.  About how nature simply doesn’t fuss.  It knows when the leaves must fall, when the flowers wane and die.  It knows when the apples ripen and the squash grows its hard thick green acorn-y skin and when the geese fly south.  It knows.  It refuses to be impatient.

Unlike some of us humans, hurrying and scurrying here and there with ideas of our own, and timetables during which everything must be accomplished.

Fallen apples asleep in the sunlight under autumn apple trees

Fallen apples asleep in the sunlight under autumn apple trees

Autumn is the season of letting go.  The trees release their leaf-children.  Their firstborn fruits tumble to the earth.  The plants and ferns dry up into brown crackling creatures half-resembling their former vibrant green selves.  We sigh.  Winter lurks closer than we’d like to imagine.  Frost prepares her white fingers in some underground burrow, taunting the sun to move lower, to edge away from the earth’s protective blanket.

The Transformation of Ferns

The Transformation of Ferns

If the leaves refused to stain red and orange and yellow, would we think autumn so beautiful?  If the plants simply shifted from vibrant to brown, would we write poetry to this season?  Around here the leaves are turning nicely this fall, not too fast and not too slow.  On their own luxurious timetable.  When I peered downward from the airplane a couple days ago, the tree-colors looked muted and tame, like an artist mixing the lightest shades of orange and red.  Just wait!  Give it two weeks!  We’ll be in a riot of color, shocking bold color…and give it another month and the stark bones of tree-people will line the horizon watching the ghosts of Halloween stalk the land.

Oh look at the pastels amidst the greenery!

Oh look at the pastels amidst the greenery!

I have another photo to show you, a sign of the season.  It’s not a pretty picture, at least for some of us.  It’s those darn flies.  The kind that invade our northern houses at this time of the year.  They’re seeking refuge in every nook and cranny.  They’re crawling into holes and through cracks in windows and attempting to find a winter’s hiding place.  Why, one asks, do they trap themselves in windows, between the screen and the glass?  Surely that’s not where they aim to be.  Surely not.

Flies in a window  (not OUR window, of course...)

Flies in a window (not OUR window, of course...)

If it was OUR window, I would have opened the screen and let them fly away outdoors.  However, knowing flies, they would find another window to squiggle within and then buzz frantically about.

Hmmm, any other photos to show you?  Which illustrate the changing seasons?  Perhaps only a single mint flower, viewed from above.  It stretches on a stalk at least a foot above the mint-leaves down below.  This flower has just now formed; it’s a late-comer in September.  Imagine how sharp and pungent the mint field smells, how enticing! 

Perhaps it’s time for freshly-steeped tea?

Sweet peppermint dreams to all...

Sweet peppermint dreams to all...

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