The Long Cold Slumber
So here we are at mid fall with Mother Nature giving us a taste of the bitter cold temperatures on the horizon. Somehow they feel even colder, and the north wind stings a bit more, when there is no snow on the ground. The daylight hours are waning, and on the dark and gloomy days seem almost non-existent. I know that I am not yet ready for what's to come.
There is still beauty when the sun shines on the rust colored leaves, as they become dry and brittle before falling to earth. Once on the ground they will dance in the wind until they become saturated from rain and snow, and then turn to fertilizer. They will nurture the soil in preparation for the next growing season.
Beautiful flowers, once so brilliant, have been taken by the frost. My hearty rose bush filled with blossoms held on for as long as she could, but is soon to head for her winter rest. She will safely sleep beneath a blanket of snow.
The wildlife around the lake has either flown off to milder climates, or they are preparing to settle into hibernation. A few hearty souls still fly across the sky, or scurry around looking for items to insulate their home from the cold. My surroundings that were so recently filled with the sounds of singing birds, buzzing bees, chattering chipmunks and the calling of the Loons, are so silent now that it's almost deafening.
And so, as nature heads into her long cold slumber, the words from Janis Joplin's song, The Rose, come to mind.......
"Just remember in the winter far beneath the fallen snow, lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes a rose" ~ Amanda McBroom
There is still beauty when the sun shines on the rust colored leaves, as they become dry and brittle before falling to earth. Once on the ground they will dance in the wind until they become saturated from rain and snow, and then turn to fertilizer. They will nurture the soil in preparation for the next growing season.
Beautiful flowers, once so brilliant, have been taken by the frost. My hearty rose bush filled with blossoms held on for as long as she could, but is soon to head for her winter rest. She will safely sleep beneath a blanket of snow.
The wildlife around the lake has either flown off to milder climates, or they are preparing to settle into hibernation. A few hearty souls still fly across the sky, or scurry around looking for items to insulate their home from the cold. My surroundings that were so recently filled with the sounds of singing birds, buzzing bees, chattering chipmunks and the calling of the Loons, are so silent now that it's almost deafening.
And so, as nature heads into her long cold slumber, the words from Janis Joplin's song, The Rose, come to mind.......
"Just remember in the winter far beneath the fallen snow, lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes a rose" ~ Amanda McBroom
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