Diary from the path least traveled..
A bit of bleak morning weather wise this morning, but still a fine morning…winter has slowly made it’s presence known, though not official according to the calendar… 🙂 with crops gone, leaves falling and winter type skies, the mornings look a bit forlorn (taken yesterday)…
Another sign of approaching winter is the falling of leaves..while I attempt to keep the leaves off the grass, in the areas where there is mulch, I leave the leaves there (to act as mulch and add color)..
Looks a lot like a state park… 🙂 come spring the leaves will compost away, leaving the mulch..another indication is frost….the other night had a good frost and the rooftops had the appearance of a light snow….
With most of the outdoors ready for the winter doldrums, have some time for closure, sorting through memories while contemplating the future…going through some old photos (did not take very many while I was growing up on the farm.. 🙂 ) I came across one of a cornstalk…
By some quirk of nature, this one particular stalk went ballistic and grew to over 20 feet and had 3 ears on it…in the picture that is my Dad and Mom on the ground, I am standing next to Dad with my sister and my brother is by the ladder..Francis Erle is at the top, it was his elevator where the picture were taken… the stalk was inspected by a number of scientists from different seed corporations.. It was put on display at the station WLS (was still country then.. 🙂 ) in Chicago..will share other memories as time goes along…
In keeping with getting ready for winter theme, I have posted my poem in the past but perhaps now would be a good time for a repeat…
I set here with my tea
And watch the leaves a fallin’
It’s becoming clear that one day soon
Jack Frost will come a callin’
Most of my bird friends have went south
In the southern warmth they’ll stay
But I’ll not shed a tear in sorrow
For they’ll be back again some day
All us creatures that are staying behind
To deal with the cold and snow
Are getting our house in order
And waiting for winter’s blow
The squirrels are gathering leaves and such
To insulate their winters nest
The possum is checking every nook and cranny
To find a place for his winters rest
The bee’s are picking up the pace
Gathering nectar with the morning sun
Storing winter food for the hive
Before their work on earth is done
A spider spinning it’s web of silk
I watched as it grew and grew
Soon to become natures work of art
With tomorrow’s early morning dew
This poem could go on and on and on
But alas, I have things to do
For, like it or not, don’t you see
I need to get ready for winter too.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller, 10/14/2007)
That being said, I shall say byeeeeeeeeeee for now and venture on down the path least traveled, looking forward to what Fate might have waiting…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise….
While bringing parts of life and the past to a close, as Andre Rieu will agree, the heart will go on…