This week marked thirty years
that we have been
in our house
and always this day feels just like
love to me
clearly, I can remember coming to look at it
from our first tiny, green
house
to this lovely, large, older character
two small boys in tow
needing to expand
crazy to think what we paid for it
compared to today’s markets
this morning a sold sign
goes up
on the house next door
and I realize that we
are the last
of the people that were here
when we came
of the nine or ten other houses on our street
every one has
changed hands
of course, I have mentioned, of our
snow shoveling days
how we kept things clear for three other couples
and one more, when a neighbour was ill
all gone now, one to long-term care
some lovely memories though
of very kind people, we were fortunate
to
know
today in the garden, a gorgeous October day
sunshine, blue skies, a light breeze
the Virginia Creeper changing colours
hangs scarlet along the fence
leaves on the crabapples have begun to yellow
dried out pinecone seeds are sailing
most things among the flowers are beginning to
fade
but for the goldenrod, and asters
as well the roses are still bursting with blooms
busy pollinators are gathering whatever bits of
sweetness remain
the small nuthatches, seem to be the politest
of birds
they swiftly dart in for seed
tiniest of gentle peeps
as if kindly asking permission
then dart off again to hide their fortunes
not like the blue jays, who will loudly announce
their arrival, and could the peanuts please,
be
at the ready
the abundance of chipmunks are keeping the
puppy busy on
traffic control
a little bit sad, that it appears our frog
may be gone, from the pond
as nights have been getting cooler
I haven’t spotted him in a few days
somewhat hesitant, to poke around too much
and risk disturbing any inhabitants
the surface now covered in long rust-coloured
pine needles
this morning I was happy to see a gorgeous
dragonfly
wings glistening in the sun
and watch a bee dance happily in the
loveliest tufts of golden
flowers
all areas now showing sure signs of the season’s
change
and the bareness of things
to follow
I can still feel myself, sort of
holding myself
through
as if, protecting what feels like
the fragileness of
common
goodness and
caring
while also, just
considering how
one might turn off more of the outside world
and tune in
more
to the sound of one’s own
heart
for me, it’s in finding something really lovely
in every day
be it magic, or presence,
wonder
or
love
something that keeps my small flame
that kind of pilot-light
of
hope
for better things
lit ♥
I do hope this finds you well -^-
