Sunday, November 4, 2018

November

Nov 2—we were in Florida visiting some very dear people last week, and when we returned home this past Wednesday the evening of Halloween Day, I could almost believe what I was seeing… no, not a witch or globin or a pirate or scary clown to be seen, but instead, a totally different view from what we had when we left, just a week before.

Every tree had been stripped off their lovely colors; not a single leaf remained on naked branches and pools of autumnal leaves were blowing off to unknown faraway places.  Winter, had settled in.  The neighborhood was lighted up in Halloween décor, and some of the houses were already decked in Christmas lights.

The following morning, I headed out to the garden as soon as I woke up. With night coming early, and dawn coming late, it was still dark outside, but I could tell that the garden had begun its rest until next spring.



How beautiful, and strange, everything looked, and how solemn under the mysterious spell of the new month... 


Pale amber sunlight started to fall across the thinning November garden, and I noticed that the bitter-sweet melancholy of the year had settled upon the land; as yellowish tints of light move along the garden’s floors, and scattered shadows everywhere.


I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the morning sky--part of it pink, part lavender part pale blue. Small, fluffy clouds like cotton balls scuttled along in a wordless melody, of wonder and admiration. How beautiful; how very beautiful the garden looked beneath the sweet gentleness of the autumnal morning. I heard an angel say once that God wants our souls to be like the autumnal morning...



Some of the roses were still intact, as if frozen in time, or frozen in past summer memories engraved in the apple of my eyes.



Petals mingled beautifully with autumnal leaves in the garden floors, like an assortment of jewels spilled from some magical coffer...





Oh, I don’t want time to pass; don’t want seasons to hurry, roses to fade nor winter to wither all the loveliness remaining here; but then again… ah yes! “Nature gives to every time and season unique beauty; from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it’s just a succession of changes so soft and comfortable that we hardly notice the progress." — Charles Dickens

7 comments:

  1. Cielo I so enjoy your posts and the photos of your beautiful garden. I think it's even more lovely now with so many rose petals strewn all about like a magical multi colored carpet. I wish we had four seasons here in my area. Unfortunately we only have two. Wet and dry, without much temperature difference between them. I really miss seeing the colors of the changing seasons and the spectacular shows that nature provides. I'm happy that I can catch a glimpse of them through your garden photos.

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    1. Ohhh, finally I see you! I've been looking for you all over the Internet, but your blog never shows up! Now I can go visit! Que gusto verte!

      Un abrazo

      Cielo

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    2. Hola amiga... I went by your blog to see you, but WordPress does not let me leave a message unless I enter a password, which I don't have. Why is this? Most annoying... your tray looks awesome in gold! Me encanta lo dorado con el cristal, y las velas dorados–really lovely! Todo luce bello y fino.

      Que gusto volver a encontrarte!

      Cielo

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  2. Querida Cielo, I don't know why my blog has that problem, maybe that's why not too many people leave comments on it. They may be encountering the same issue. I don't understand it either. En realidad me arrepiento de haber usado el formato de wordpress en lugar de blogger porque lo encuentro demasiado dificil de manejar y de subir fotos. Por eso ultimamente no he posteado ahi mucho. Estoy pensando cambiarme a blogger. IF I can figure out how to do that. Un abrazo!

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  3. My yard man wants to rake up every single leaf that has fallen off my large Maple tree. I insist he leave the ones that have fallen in the gardens. They make a nice mulch, a snug blanket under the white bedspread of snow that will come soon and in the spring, they will have given their nutrients to the new sprouts.

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    1. Oh, thank you for the hint! I have always removed the dead leaves off the flowerbeds, thinking that they diminish the beauty of the garden... but they are beneficial? I should leave them!


      Cielo

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