Seems this year passed quickly since that last Harvest Moon. Age? Trying to hang on to life more intensely? Noticeably delaying the inevitable end as long as possible? The best thing out of the fast entry into the unknown eternity is to do it with some happiness until the end. And maybe a peace sign, or, maybe a raised fist, as you go into that dark night.
How's your fall color? Our trees have started early. The last few years the first blushes have been in October, but full color is common in early November. There's on and off years for color in the South. Some years it is straight to brown and falling leaves. Other years strong yellows. Some years it's reds. This year we've started with yellows. Mornings stay dark later every day till the time shift changes the sense of things again. Gardening is one way to stay in pace with the seasons. Just experiencing nature...the migrations of the birds and butterflies on their various journeys...many wintering with us...the burst of Asters from goldenrod to Liatris... in the quilt of seasonal colors. There's good and bad in every season. Leaves are a burden in the roadside drainage ditches and a resource in the garden. Looking through rose colored lenses seems appropriate under the harvest moon at the Autumnal Equinox.
