The mower didn't exactly purr but it ran well enough to propel me at moderate speed through the prodigious piles of fallen leaves which had accumulated over the last week. The weeks of rain had made the yard a swamp and I'd waited until the last day before it was going to start to rain again before mowing the overly long grass. The azure sky was dotted with cottony clouds completely unlike the clouds that would come marching across the Northeastern Ohio sky very soon. These clouds, layered atop one another like the snow drifts they contained, would mark the coming of winter and would, sooner than I was ready, cover my yard in white.
But today, I rode my mower under tree limbs still covered in scarlet and red. The sunshine as it filtered through the leaves cast first yellow then red shadows across my face which made the edges of my mouth turn up as I cast my eyes skyward. The light wind tossed the branches playfully around like children swinging, legs outstretched as they reached for the sky. Leaves launched themselves into the air and the floated around me as the exhaust tossed them back up into the air. They circled and circled in a carefree dance, the wind and mower creating mini ground tornadoes of amber and scarlet.
Autumn is my favorite time of year; the seasons change, the weather is a perfect combination of hot and cold, the skies are perfect, cloudless blue and my birthday occurs. Since, this year I officially crossed over into maturity, I find myself thinking of endings and how seasons so wonderfully mirror the seasons of our ages.
Spring is carefree, happy and innocent like children, then comes summer and storms, lightening and lots of heat and sweat just like those child bearing years when we find passion and purpose.
Then comes Autumn the mellowness of changing leaves, changing seasons, animals storing up against the winter lack and the perfect blend of weather with long, cool nights perfect for snuggling mimics where I am now in life and I was reminded of this as I circumvented the yard. I thought about what a wonderful time this was age-wise for me. I feel both wise yet free to be myself, able to be brilliant all while falling into winter. The trees shedding their brilliant leaves in a wild showy cascade as they dance wildly in the wind; bare branches free of burdens and cares know exactly how precious each moment is and so enjoy it with abandon. I am learning to live this way with an attitude of enjoying just where I am at that moment because I never know when that last moment might be. The snow can fall at any time.
Winter then is in the air, I think, peering out the back windows at the sky as thin high clouds stack up like cards on the horizon. The squirrels run around the yard in frantic bursts of energy. Huge black walnuts held in their mouths do not seem to slow them down. I've put the snow stakes in the driveway and cleaned the mower of its blanket of dried grass and pine needles. I've moved the snow blower to the front of the garage and rearranged all the moving machines which are housed in the garage so that I can back my front-wheel drive car into the garage. The weather woman says we'll have snow showers on Friday and Saturday. Winter is coming, soon, it seems. Will I be ready?
