We’re a bit short on ruined choirs around here, and some birds are still singing, but that world which a few days ago was still filled with the colorful glory of autumn is gone. We have a much more subtle beauty.
There is still a contrast with the evergreens, and a welcome color from hips, haws and crab apples.
But where once we had a thousand thousand shades of green, now we have a thousand thousand shades of brown and gray. The color in my life – even when the sun is shining – comes more from interior scenes, from art of various sorts and from playing with my grandchildren. ..
I’m still babysitting Stephen on Tuesdays when Alice volunteers at the school library, and he is often at my house with his mother.
Recently Nathan’s cub scout pack has been learning about and playing marbles and he was interested to hear that 58 (yes, that’s right) years ago I was a champion in the fourth grade marble tournament. He wanted to play with me, so we had a match. I was pleased to still have a few of those skills. Andy came too and he and Nathan played as well. This is the exciting life we lead these days, though we’re all involved in preparations for Thanksgiving when our Maryland branch of the family will be here for several days.