One million down. Billions to go.
I completed the first installment of leaf pickup yesterday. I also took two baths and washed my hair twice.
It's a dirty job, often thankless during those first pick-up sessions.
Looking back on a day's worth of work can be downright demoralizing when that once neat and tiny patch of green grass soon has a brand new coat of orange, red, yellow and brown adornments.
With the size of our yard, leaf pick-up is a tedious, ongoing chore usually lasting two or three weeks, but come spring when there's no need to pry layers and layers of frozen, globs of leaves from the ground, I'm always thankful.
So, I'll persist.
Today, the brush hog will get a workout in the pastures, and I'll be in a constant state of euphoria as I go round and round and admire the beautiful landscape surrounding our place.
Thankfully, unlike leaf pickup, fall brush hogging aka tidying up of the fields is a one-and-done project. Again, come spring every inch of pasture will have an equal chance to sprout brand new green grass for the horses.
Yesterday I also began the long process of cleaning up flower pots and beds.
Sad to see the marigolds and zinnias and daisies, which outdid themselves with their summer and fall color show, now lying in piles along the edge of the woods to decay.
Happily, that process will eventually bring nutrition to the ground below where those once beautiful flowers be lying in their eternal hibernation.
The cycle of life moves on, as does all the work involved with preparing for and enduring yet another winter.
For now, though, it's a glorious time to be outside, breathing in fresh, crisp air AND the beauty while puttering away at each fall chore.
Happy Tuesday.
Looking back on a day's worth of work can be downright demoralizing when that once neat and tiny patch of green grass soon has a brand new coat of orange, red, yellow and brown adornments.
With the size of our yard, leaf pick-up is a tedious, ongoing chore usually lasting two or three weeks, but come spring when there's no need to pry layers and layers of frozen, globs of leaves from the ground, I'm always thankful.
So, I'll persist.
Today, the brush hog will get a workout in the pastures, and I'll be in a constant state of euphoria as I go round and round and admire the beautiful landscape surrounding our place.
Thankfully, unlike leaf pickup, fall brush hogging aka tidying up of the fields is a one-and-done project. Again, come spring every inch of pasture will have an equal chance to sprout brand new green grass for the horses.
Yesterday I also began the long process of cleaning up flower pots and beds.
Sad to see the marigolds and zinnias and daisies, which outdid themselves with their summer and fall color show, now lying in piles along the edge of the woods to decay.
Happily, that process will eventually bring nutrition to the ground below where those once beautiful flowers be lying in their eternal hibernation.
The cycle of life moves on, as does all the work involved with preparing for and enduring yet another winter.
For now, though, it's a glorious time to be outside, breathing in fresh, crisp air AND the beauty while puttering away at each fall chore.
Happy Tuesday.
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My Autumn Poem
The morning sun streaks thru the window,
Brittle, autumn morning sunlight, bright but bracingly cold,
Glistening on the November frost,
Splashing the landscape indian red and mosaic gold.
Another year gradually drawing to an end
After the awakening of spring,
And the frivolous amusements of summer,
Fall is the gentle forecast of what winter winds bring.
It seeps across the threshold,
And invades every dormant corner of the house.
It aggravates aged and creaky joints,
And leaves an invigorating chilled taste in the mouth.
It burns bristly in the nostrils,
And lies heavily at the back of the throat.
It clings staunchly to wool sweaters,
And chills the air and cuts the day short.
Breathe deeply this revitalizing cycle of change,
Draw comfort as daylight ends,
Enter into this season of harvest and thanks,
Gather warm by the fire, family and friends.
* de - november 2001
Thank you for sharing.
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