Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..
( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).
“The only thing that stands between you and your dream is the will to try and the belief that it is actually possible.” – Joel Brown
“Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.”
― Roy T. Bennett
“Until you value yourself, you won’t value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything with it.” ~ M. Scott Peck
“My dreams are my dress rehearsals for my future.” David Copperfield
It is a Sunday morning, a dreary morning weather wise… rainy day in the forecast…
But not a dreary day indoors, life doesn’t stop with the weather… 🙂 a relaxing Sunday contemplating the tomorrows and the challenges life may put before me.. “I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” Louisa May Alcott
Yesterday I prepared the meals for next week…
And put in the freezer… while in the cooking mode, I decided to make my version of what is known as a Scottish egg…
Pork sausage, crushed crackers, flour and hard boiled egg… put in freezer and ready to eat when ready… Change is ongoing here on the path, in all things, as nature gets ready for the winter doldrums.. The leaves are starting to turn…
“For time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future.” John F. Kennedy
“He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery”. -Harold Wilson
“Change will not come if we wait for some other person, or if we wait for some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.”
― Barack Obama
I believe that Edel T. Copeland has a few thoughts about autumn, life and change…
Golden, crisp leaves falling softly from almost bare trees,
Lifting and falling in a hushed gentle breeze.
Slowly dropping to the soft cushioned ground,
Whispering and rustling a soothing sound.
Coppers, golds, and rusted tones,
Mother Nature’s way of letting go.
They fall and gather one by one,
Autumn is here, summer has gone.
Crunching as I walk through their warm, fiery glow,
Nature’s carpet rich and pure that again shall grow.
To protect and shield its majestic tree,
Standing tall and strong for the world to see.
They rise and fall in the cool, crisp air.
It’s a time of change in this world we share,
Nature’s importance reflecting our own lives,
Letting go of our fears and again, too, we shall thrive.
(Edel T. Copeland )
And what about the gardeners who are resting during the winter doldrums, what are they doing, one would ask?.. Well, if they are like Helen Beth Swanson and myself, planning next years gardens… 🙂
A warm and cheery fire roars merrily
And shadows dance about the darkened room.
Beside the hearth a gardener sits and dreams
Of sunny days, of flowers in full bloom.
Some hollyhocks should tower near the fence,
Bright red. ones that the bees can’t help but find.
The trellis at the gate again must wear
Blue morning glories, or the rosy kind.
To lend a bit of distance to the scene,
Close to the rear I’ll plant in shades of blue:
The tall and stately larkspur, double ones
Of course I’ll put in scabiosa, too.
I couldn’t do without a pansy bed
Snapdragons make such beautiful bouquets
Frilled zinnias and yellow marigolds
Add just the proper touch to autumn days.
The flowers grow and bloom with loveliness
Until a sound destroys the fantasy
A burning ember falls and I must leave
My garden and my charming reverie.
(Helen Beth Swanson)
And, alas, I must close and get on with the day also…
I set here with my tea
And watch the leaves a fallin’
It’s becoming clear that one day
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)
Not only get ready for winter, but chase dreams and look for rainbows, maybe write a poem.. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…
WAIT, rain means rainbows, rainbows for lovers, dreamers and me, right Kermit?… 🙂