Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Dreary



 I step outside to empty some kitchen compost and think: What a dreary November day this is.  But then I look up and notice that, with the leaves off the trees in the woods, I can see all of the squirrel nests. Without looking too hard, I count nine.

 The rain is very light, just a mist really, and I am drawn to get my camera and linger a few moments outside.


Where first there appeared to be only gray, gloom, and not much sign of life, I begin to notice how the red maple leaves glow against the gray of the weather.

 The dogwood has set some buds. There they will linger through the winter until warmer temperatures and longer days coax them to open next spring.

 A small spirea shrub is still holding on to its leaves. Beneath it, a bed of pachysandra will stay green throughout the winter.

 Even the spent blooms of a hydrangea offer a sort of tawny glow.

 There is color here, just more subtle, requiring a different attitude to find it, to notice and appreciate it.



My presence in the yard is too alarming for some of the larger birds. But the chickadees and nuthatches know that I mean no harm.

 They come and go, keeping one eye cocked, but really not too concerned.


Today is a day of reflection for me, as I imagine it is for many people.  I am determined to come out better on the other side of this. That is really all that I can control: my own attitude and my own actions. On this day that seemed so dreary, I chose to look for beauty, for color, and for life. And having looked for it, I am finding that it's all still right there, just outside my kitchen door.

Wishing you peace and blessings.

~B.