Earlier this year I decided to do all the dishes by hand. Standing in front of the sink, feeling the warm water and suds on my hands and looking out the window as the seasons, one by one go by -- what a joy.
It has been a total delight to see the seasons present themselves in the woods behind our house. I have to say that Autumn, which seems to have ended well before the deadline, was nothing less than a joy to observe. Wanting to keep a 'record' of that beautiful season I filled a box lid with my two favorite leaves. Happily I'll have them nearby to take me through these somewhat barren days of Winter.
It was as if overnight, the weather got cold and the trees shed their colorful leaves. Each season brings its own beauty and these days my window frames bare branches, the 'bones of the trees are outlined against deep blue skies.
"Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky." - Kahlil Gibran
