Falling

No, not me. At least so far so good. I’m old but upright.

Leaves, temperatures, temperaments, daylight hours, rain, even the number of posts I’m writing. Everything is falling and changing. That’s the natural order of life. We all want it to stay the same. One person worships the warm weather and constant daylight. Another, like myself, prefers the falling temperatures and rain. Odd for a person who is solar-powered but I am not one who does well in the heat.

Finished with scrap fabric

My expectations of myself are always rising, but my results have fallen a bit. This year, as the autumn closes in with a tease I find myself moving more slowly, introspectively.

Hydrangea in the spring

 

The seasons of weather are much like the seasons of life. The leaves of my mind blow here and there, not quite coming to a place of rest. Energy in the fall can seem quite scattered. I say that’s why I blow from project to project not quite completing any of them. Lot’s of works in progress.

Showing off for sewing friends Now I need to finish the back and bind it.

 

Only 10 years in the making. It started out in a class.

Even my plants are showing me that fall is here. My Hydrangea went from a soft blue to green and shades of purple as the fall came blowing in. Our clocks will be falling back an hour on November 4^th. Not a fan of changing the clocks because the body takes so much longer to pick up the rhythm.

Here’s how I thought time got away from me.

 

They started out light blue.

 

From light blue to dark purple

The whole world is in a cycle of change like the weather. If we can love each season for the good it brings with it, we can weather the storms and find ourselves with the beauty that was always right in front of us.

Beautiful colors against a clear sky

I love the colors of fall

There are many dealing with storms of all kinds this autumn. My thoughts are with you and wish you well. I’m going to enjoy the wobble of weather from cold to warm and back again along with the lovely changes in the colors of leaves. How are you dealing with the Fall?

This is where they end up. Glad it’s not me.

From my heart to yours,

Marlene Herself