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The Golden Woods

Hurricane WoodsThis whole Autumn has felt so off-kilter to me.  As much as I have anticipated it, it seems Fall got here too soon and went away too quickly.  I have been too caught up with my work and have had to really force myself to drop what I'm doing to simple go out and see things.  I don't like that, of course.  As we drove on Saturday (a leaf-peeping tour for Mike's parents), I looked up at the hillsides and longed to walk them alone.  The rains this week will knock most of the leaves down, I think.

I am having a hard time living in What Is.  I am all the time thinking about What Isn't.  I could list the things that aren't right here, but I don't want to.  That would seem to further my gloomy mood.  So, what is?  A warm house, a full freezer, a little girl in her very last day at age six, a husband home most of this week, blueberry buckle to warm up for breakfast, plenty of yarn to knit (the time, though!), another week of homeschooling with wonderful stories, plenty of wood for the fireplace and weather to suit it.  Yes, these are all good things.

Yesterday was so terribly gloomy.  We were just so spent from having guests and from Mike's whirlwind schedule.  Mike took the children to Lowe's and Katherine and I worked on her Halloween costumes.  It was nice to have the camaraderie with another mothering friend.  After she left, I resolved to make the evening cheery--I built a fire, made blueberry buckle, and we watched half of White Christmas.  It did help and I think we were able to turn the day around.


( 1 tree — Plant a Forest )
Oct. 26th, 2015 01:33 pm (UTC)
I feel the same this autumn--it has gone by too quickly, and I have missed most of its golden, spicy goodness due to pressing family issues.

I love fall, but there is something melancholy about the season, too.

I like your resolve to live in the What Is rather than dwelling on the What Isn't. But, it is hard. I hear ya.

Miss you.

( 1 tree — Plant a Forest )

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It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

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