Rites of Fall

 

The fall season is a busy time for most of my wild animal friends. Squirrels are packing away the seeds and nuts while nuthatches steal seeds to hammer into the crevices of tree bark. The geese are gathering into extended family flocks, making ready to travel to warmer climes in mass. The birds of summer have been absent for a while, finding it unwise to stay for the cold weather. No more strawberries to pick but pumpkins and cranberries are ripening while colorful leaves dance along the ground, the last grace of color before silver dominates the land. Everyone is making ready for whatever will come. Some leave, some harvest. I am in between the two and every fall I indulge in some of the same practices as my wild friends.

 

I have packed away patio and garden things. Tank tops and sandals are delegated to boxes for a day now seemingly far away, though unlike Nuthatch, I am more likely to remember where I put them. I’ve gathered my dried flowers and herbs to use on a winter’s day, just as squirrel and chipmunk have made their stores of nuts and seeds. One last barbeque in the yard gathered family together before some left for warmer climates, just like the geese. And though there are no strawberries to pick, but I like pumpkin pie and cranberry things. I enjoy watching the leaves drop from the trees in a colorful dance as Blue Jay screams with a hawk call to clear the feeder of the more timid songbirds.

 

I know some feel a sadness when the light of summer fades the day into a premature evening and I feel that too. But only until I walk home in the dark, then I remember how much I love walking in the dark. I love the quiet of nighttime and the peacefulness that falls with the sun.

 

It is true that we create our own reality. It doesn’t really matter what is out there, it is what we create that matters and how we choose to see it. Fall is a time of harvest and we have the ability to harvest the best of each day. What does not benefit us, we may leave for the wind to spirit away.