As I sit on the deck of our lakehouse, I find myself feeling all of my senses at once. You know how it is, we go thru our days like robots. Get this done, get that done...accomplish goals that we've set for ourselves.....and do it in a hurry. But one morning last week, our weather changed. The morning air was cool, almost chilly...which is a word that is thrown around loosely in the south, for what feels chilly to us is still deep summer to folks above the Mason Dixon line! But I felt change. Breezes and smells. The look of the trees, not yet losing leaves, but beginning to let go of their grasp, while losing the deep, rich greens that they exhibit during summer months. A few cypress trees were even glowing a bit of orange when the sun hit them at just the right angle. So, I decided to sit. To feel the air. To breathe deeply so I could smell the rich aromas of the fall-like air. To look at every color of all the trees now so I can remember when the first sightings of color change would be. To listen to the hummingbird's 'buzz' for they will be gone soon for the season too, not to return until spring comes back around the corner. The only sense I was missing was the sense of taste, albeit my coffee was tasting very good this morning...but when I closed my eyes, I actually could imagine the bacon cooking at a campground full of Labor Day campers, using this last weekend of summer to quench their needs for the outdoors. And we all know, there isn't a better smell in the world than a pan of bacon frying in the outdoors on a slightly chilly fall morning!!
So, I sat down to write. To write the things I was seeing, hearing and feeling on this morning, as summer slip-slides into fall:
~the breezes push the soft ripples in the water toward the south
~the faint call of the crow soothes me in familiarity
~little American flags, on the deck, blowing in unison as a backdrop for the last of the flowering plants
~the hummingbirds sashaying in and out with such a hurried plan to get to their food; like a nursing baby excitedly searches for its mother's milk
~the greens are everso slowly beginning their ritual of turning, first to a dull lighter green, then to yellow to orange to brown
~in the distance is the muted sound of the fishermen. Talking and laughing and as if on cue....their corks plop into the water. Then there is silence among them. It's probably this therapy of solutude in the arms of companionship that keeps bringing them back to the waters
~somewhere, far away, I hear the sounds of water tumbling over rocks and falling like the twitter of angel wings into a bigger body of liquid
~soothing. relaxing. enchanting. meloncholy. therapeutic.
These feelings fuel my soul and allow me the intimacy to look inside, feel the calmness and the acknowledgement that this moment in my life is good. It's what He intended for me....this little southern taste of heaven on earth. I thank Him. I applaud Him. I ~~sigh~~ with contentment!!
Looky what I found when I opened up the November issue of Caribbean Travel & Life today!!I won 2nd place in the beaches category and 3rd place in the scenic category in the 2009 photo contest in the magazine!! wooooooooooohoooooooooooooo!! (2100 entries....thank you vera much!)
He does an excellent job too!
What's cuter than having your boyfriend watch his fave team with his pot of gumbo behind him?
Proud babymama and babydaddy!! and jackson, who was NOT happy to have me talking to him about his new babysister!
My boyfriend asked me why I hadn't written on the blob lately and when I told him why...he said, "Why don't you just write about the rain??" So..........this one's for you, boyfriend!!
~~sigh........this was a very nice day!!
