Changing of the Seasons

Well, it is that time of year again, and the leaves have fallen and the days have become short and dark. At the time of writing, it is only the end of October, but it feels like we are already in deep winter. (It always reminds me of Game of Thrones, “Winter is coming”.

As usual, I feel a sense of loss and my heart feels broken as I watch my plants wither and turn black from the frost. I see all the skeletal branches of the trees, and I just feel sad.

Other people are joyous for fall; they love seeing the leaves change colour, and they enjoy the cooler temperatures after coming out of a hot, dry summer. I enjoy looking at the fall colours in my planner, but where I live, the leaves don’t stay on the trees long enough to enjoy the colour change. As soon as they turn yellow, they go brown and the wind sweeps them away.

Fall is a time for people to go inside and make their home warm, cozy and inviting. I love the heat, but I prefer that it comes from natural sunlight and not a furnace. My favourite past time is reading in the sun on a hot summer day.

I have a feeling of foreboding this season. I don’t know what it is - but the skeletons of the trees give me a shiver down my spine. I’ve learned to listen to my intuition over the years and I feel a darkness coming, and I don’t mean literally.

Most of the time, the darkness is like a cloak that makes me feel safe, but now, in the dark of the on-coming winter, I feel cold - almost like an bad omen coming our way.

One of my fears is that my dog Gizmo (she’s half pekingnese and half papillon) is not going to make it to see the next summer. She has reached the age of 13, and she has developed arthritis in the past few months. She is also blind and deaf.

I always try and speak positive and write to lift people up, but I also believe in truth. I think honesty is always the best course, and in this, I truly feel in my gut that this is going to be a long, cold winter.

Blessed be,

Sandra