Although the neon reds and oranges are really magical, it's the golden color of fall that steals my heart.
My own gardens are glowing gold now.
Pretty much everywhere I look.
It's a melancholy time. The garden is finished for another season. It's time to move inside; time to hunker down against darkness and cold. I'm pretty much ready now.
(Because . . . nothing gold can stay.)
Nothing Gold Can Stay*
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day, Nothing gold can stay.
--- Robert Frost
*This was the first poem I ever loved. (Thanks, Ponyboy.)
Sometimes, in the fall, I do a Color Watch here on the blog . . . to track, visually, how the colors change around me.
This past weekend, I was inspired by the melting snow piles. How about . . . if I track, visually, how the snow melts around me?
So I snapped a few quick photos . . . of the snow piles, mid-melt.
My front walkway.
My potting bench.
My new "lower patio."
My pond. (Right. My pond.)
Since Sunday, when I took these photos, melting continued. However, when I woke up this morning, the temperature had plummeted, and about 6 inches of new snow has piled up overnight (with more falling).
Here's what's going on in my life . . . RIGHT NOW.
Watching . . . Outside, I'm watching the leaves fall. Fast. Most of the loveliness is gone now. Just the dull oak leaves, bare branches, and a few colorfull hangers-on remain. Inside, I'm watching Upstairs Downstairs on PBS.
Reading . . . In Sunlight and In Shadow by Mark Helprin (which is delicious . . . if you like lyrical language and poetry; which . . . I do.) Also still slogging through this biography of Catherine the Great. It's good, and I like it. . . but I can put it down and not lose the thread. Y'know?
Knitting . . . I am working on this cardigan, and using this yarn. Frankly, I don't see what all the fuss is about this yarn, but it is beginning to grow on me. I'm also working on my Leftie, with many more little leaf-blobs complete, now, than when you last saw it.
Humming . . . Pilot of the Air Waves. Really. Where do these things come from?
Thinking about . . . how to bring LIGHT into my ever-darker days.
Listening to . . . my phone ring. And ring. And ring. But not answering. Because I can't bear one more election-related robo-call.
Dreading . . . Jenny's upcoming X-ray procedure (and the aftermath, which might be surgery). Jenny has likely torn a ligament -- all that dock-jumping, I'm afraid -- and has been limping lately. She has to have an X-ray to confirm the diagnosis, but must be put under anesthesia first. . . because dogs don't cooperate with X-rays. This isn't for another week; I hate having her in pain -- but I also hate having to put her through this procedure.
Planning . . . my plan-of-attack on the holidays.
Excited about . . . finally checking out the recipes in this double issue! I look forward to the November issue of Cooking Light more than I look forward to the September issue of Vogue. (Yeah. True confessions.)
Drinking . . . Yes. (And let's just leave it at that.)
Itching to . . . peel wallpaper from my upstairs bathroom, but will hold off until after the holidays. Because I don't need any MORE projects. (And that one wasn't on my list.)
Needing to . . . deal with the fact that my iMac's hard drive has been "recalled." Although Apple is going to make it right, it's still a pain in the ass. For many reasons.
Organizing . . . closets. Always. Forever. Until the end of time.
Inspired by . . .progress!
Delighted by. . . my new knitting bag. Perfect; absolutely perfect. (And, best of all, I got it with an unused WEBS gift card I found while cleaning out my closet!!!!)
How about YOU? What's going on for YOU . . . right now?