M. Larose's Blog: From the Meadow and the Tower - Posts Tagged "bees"

My husband tells me that, at least in Vermont, once August 15 has come and gone the season is considered autumn. That may be. But it still feels like summer today and I'm happy about that. I do love fall, with it's flaming colors, and falling, swirling leaves, and that sense that something powerful is approaching. But I'm not so wild about what happens when autumn whisks away and winter settles in to grip and chill us for long, dark, dreary months.
I have come to appreciate the elements of winter, to an extent: the cold air and icy crystalin snow can be cleansing and bracing.
But right now it feels like summer, my soul still revels in the warm, dry sunlight that fills the air and lends a golden glow over the final, fading flowers.
Recent mechanical upheaval of the earth around our home has drained away the errant waters that were collecting in our basement. The mud is drying, and the pent-up, anxious energies have been freed from their dank prison below the house.
Likewise, my soul is now freed of that darkness, that primal worry over the keeping of a home. Like a butterfly or bee among the flowers, my mind now flits easily from one idea to another, rejoicing in the sunshine of contentment.
The garden of my thoughts feels sunlit again, in synchrony with the natural world around me. My mind is collecting the pollen of imagination. Soon I hope to mold the sticky golden substance into a honey of a story!