how much I hate pine needles? On the trees
they are quite nice. Pretty, even. If only they would be content to stay where they belong. But no, they must fall
to the ground. Everywhere. They fall on the ungroomed areas of the yard, and that’s okay. But then they also fall on the groomed areas – or those that are meant to be groomed. Then they must be raked into piles and disposed of. That’s when I really do not like pine needles. I could learn to make baskets from them, I suppose – the supplies would be free. And endless, I think.
that I’m in fall mode?
where I would like to stay for, oh, another month at least.
that I am not ready for the white stuff that falls as I type these words?
This is a picture from a past winter, so no, we do not have this accumulation of white stuff just yet. But it’s trying. And I resent that it’s trying. Not yet. Another month, it might be okay. Or not. But it could wait, let me find out if in another month I would be ready. Right?
that on good days I’ll see a rainbow?
And on really good days, there will be a double rainbow.
that on good days, the sun rises over the hill to the east in a blaze of glory?
that on those days, I’m reminded of the beauty of the world? Of the changing seasons, which I love – despite the fact that I do not always love the by-products of those seasons.
Some days I have to remind myself that everything has a purpose. Each season has a reason.
But myself says I don’t have to like all of the parts of the seasons. Myself says we could compromise, Mother Nature, Old Man Winter, the Purveyor of falling pine needles and the rest of us? Couldn’t we? Couldn’t we just have it my way for a year? Or two? Or more?
And now I must go bake – I will bake a chocolate chip pumpkin cake – because it is all-things-pumpkin season, you know, and because chocolate makes everything better. And I will bake a bread pudding, because it seems like a good idea. I will bake these things for our neighborhood potluck dinner tonight.
Despite the pine needles on the ground that have not gotten raked because the white stuff started falling from the sky. Too soon.