Monday, September 23, 2013

Fall

If you say the word "fall" for me, all I can think of is "fall behind." If you ask me -- what did you do today? I can truthfully answer -- fall behind. No matter how hard I try, inevitably, I fall behind.

I've stopped going to yoga.

We haven't gone to Paul's cafe for weeks.

Long bike rides? Kayak outings? Hikes? So yesterday.

And even as I do none of those things, I fall behind.

But at the least, at the very least, I can look out at the world just outside my kitchen windows (when not on the porch, I work at the kitchen table) and be just tickled at what's taking place before me.

For example, as Ed rips the roof off the porch...


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...there are strips of sunlight finally coming through -- to the porch and indirectly, to the kitchen.


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Still, by mid-afternoon, I can't stand it any longer. I'm out. First, to pick some fruit from the old orchard.


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Then, not satisfied with the tininess of the break, I go further, for a walk up the country road.


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To the Nature Conservancy path...


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...and back again.


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An hour outside and I am restored.

Evening comes, the sun continues to paint the farmette in warm and glowing tones.


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But Ed is exhausted. And I'm tired too, in a very different sort of way.  We do try to put in a good half hour on the tennis court and if you saw our game today, you'd think this was our first year at it. Terrible. (In a fun sort of way.)

And there you have it -- a fall, no, sorry, a fall behind Sunday.



And in the morning, after a quick breakfast in the sun room...


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... it continues. I'll always remember the Fall of 2013 as one that mightily passed me by. No matter. No Fall will over look like this again. That's a promise.