colors and textures

Sometimes we see things green

sometimes we see them red

Sometimes we don't see colour at all,

monochromatic vision hanging like a cloud over our heads,

until the fatigue and gloom empty themselves

and the sun shines bright on a vivid world.

autumn

Well, autumn is here, the wind blows and the branches sway and the leaves dance wildly about.

Some of our trees are blown bare and their skeletons catch us by surprise. Just yesterday we were out bare legged and bare armed and today we need sweaters and footwear out of doors.

time

It seems that days and weeks and seasons and years slip by. Yesterday was 8 years since he slipped a ring on my finger. He brought home roses for me, pink tinged petals. And the petals are like so many days and moments and memories- some tinged yellow and some lovely pink and others one of the many numerous shades in between. Sometimes I want to peel them back to discover the colors hidden inside but perhaps it is wiser to leave them be.

I love these colors, soft and subtle and not red.

frost

time for thanksgiving

What I really wanted to do was go somewhere where the colors would be spectacular, where the loons cry and where the mist floats off the lakes in the early morning.

Sometimes projects seem endless, but projects mean progress and a part and parcel of owning an old century home. And I cannot help but be thankful for the work accomplished and for the happy, enthusiastic team of painters. Each one of them special, healthy, happy, and God's child.

Sometimes cooking a turkey seems ridiculous to me. Too much work and effort when I'd rather be doing something else. Yet I could not help but be thankful for all the faces sitting around the dinner table enjoying the abundance of the season.

Faith, family and freedom and abundant blessings beyond.

roadside

pondside