Memories of Another Time
Here it is, still winter. We are at the point when the season seems endless. Just yesterday, more lovely snowflakes were drifting to earth. A squirrel, determined to have lunch, somehow knocked the birds’ suet feeder to the ground, requiring my trouncing through the snow to retrieve it.
Times like this, I like to think of my favorite season, autumn. In my mind’s eye, I can see the Balsam Fir of the north country and even smell it’s fragrant branches. I can hear the twigs crackle underneath our feet as we walk on a path that many other have walked before. I can see the acorns that lay mashed by other boots that have gone on the same path.
I can smell a crispness in the air and a bit of leaf mold, too. Some of the leaves have already fallen to the ground, and the chickadees are quite intrigued by our entry into their world. They follow us, twitting from branch to branch, high in the forest’s canopy.
The colors of streams are even more intense at this time of year, taking on a dark turquoise hue. The red, yellow, orange, and rust colors of the trees in New England are remarkable. If you’ve never experienced the joy of seeing them, you have not lived!
Yes, in the autumn, there is a certain expectancy of winter coming on again. The thought of Brown Bread baking, along with some baked beans, is something New Englanders anticipate, as well as an apple pie made from just-picked MacIntosh apples.
Jim and Pat enjoying last autumn in our home state of New Hampshire. The poncho is a gift from a dear friend in Argentina and was just the right weight for the weather on that glorious day.
We are blessed with so many things, including good friends, and truth be known, we value all of the good people in our lives, most of all. Material goods are transient, as is good health. We give thanks every day for all of our many gifts and blessings. I, particularly treasure Jim, every day, and my remembrances of our fun trips last fall.
Have a super day!
Patricia Cummings
