I’ve always been the writer in the family, but it turns out I’m not the first. I’m merely a case of the apple not falling far from the tree. Since my mother, Sally Cluth, has joined Facebook, I’ve come to appreciate her writing and her gift for observation and reflection. Mom’s in her mid-seventies, and while she’s not as nimble as she once was, her mind and her powers of observation are as sharp as ever. She may not realize it, but she’s a pretty damned fine wordsmith in her own right. With that in mind, I thought I’d give a shout out to her and share this entry from yesterday. At least now y’all know where my gift comes from, eh?
When we were having breakfast last Mon. I noticed a flash of red in the trees by the creek, when I looked closer I saw a Sumac with coloring just starting on one branch. To me the Sumac (tree) has always been a harbinger of Fall in WI.
It is Aug., but when the Sumac starts to turn colors it is the beginning of Fall. Then, yesterday it was 60 degrees, and today will only be a bit warmer, this is unbelievable for Aug. I am not going to complain because Aug. is usually much hotter and more uncomfortable than I like.
We did have an early and warmer than normal Spring so this may be Nature’s way of evening things out. Or maybe this is another indication of Global Warming that nearly everybody in the Scientific Community says is happening. The only ones that disagree are the Republicans who seem to feel that all Science is wrong unless it supports their theories.
The trees are dropping leaves and the last of the flowers are blooming. Our black eyed Susans are blooming like crazy, so bright and beautiful. Natures last wild explosion of color before the trees add their beautiful reds and yellows. Then we begin the long grey and white of Winter settling in. Another Season ending and a new one beginning, each one beautiful in its own way and another sign of a year drawing to a close.
I suppose at my age I am more aware of the passage of time. It seems to flow past so quickly now, not something to fear but to appreciate. Each day is the same but different, each to be treasured in its own way.
Enjoy each day, always look for something to enjoy or laugh about.
