If you want to live in Maine, you had better like trees. And I do. I love them through every season. They are so expressive in how they present themselves. Never satisfied with how they look, they constantly update their wardrobe, presenting a new fashion for every season.
When I walked the dogs this morning, I observed the changes that have taken place in just the last week. Although green is still the predominant color, some leaves have already been discarded and lie silently along the roads, waiting to be influenced by the whims of the slightest breeze. Shades of red and gold are beginning to test their environment, almost as would a woman trying on a new dress, gently moving to and fro as if to say “how do I look”.
Autumn only officially arrived last Monday, but our forests have obviously been long in preparation. As I sit here now, looking out at my patio and beyond, I revel in the scene set before me. Streaks of sun move brazenly through the trees, casting shade and shadow wherever it ventures. A calmness of being pervades the yard. Soon, I know, my gaze will fall upon a much changed picture. The sun will be stronger and cast a much enhanced beam as more foliage falls to natures floor. Winds will become more aggressive, forcing the further flight of summers attire. And, when all has been removed and stored in preparation for another year, the sun will be free to fully warm the barren limbs.
Beauty in four acts, if you would. Natures theater. Constant change. New casts of characters converging upon the stage to the silent applause of the eye. A constant reminder of the creation that is there but for our taking.