It is the time of year when the shadows linger a little longer. When darkness is in no hurry to make way for light in the early morning hours. I want to stay in bed. Close my eyes and drift back off for a little while.
There’s hardly any flowers to be found. They have taken their leave for the most part. Paving the way for fall foliage and grasses. I shall miss them. Their cheery little faces tilted toward the sun.
There are some little wrens out in front. I see them from the office window gathered on the grass pecking at the ground. I wonder if they’re looking to stay awhile. I’ve also seen them out back at the birdhouses, checking things out.
There are usually two together. One will perch atop the house while the other one peers inside the entry hole.
I looked in one and saw a nest. But I don’t know if it is left behind from other birds. Or that the little wrens have carefully constructed themselves a warm nest for winter.
They gravitate to these bushes in front of the window. Last night I saw an orange/yellow cat in there. I hope it isn’t waiting for the birds to come back.
It peers out at me with slanted green eyes. Then, in no particular hurry, comes out and heads next door. It pauses to look back at me. Then lopes off.
Even with the flowers gone away, I still enjoy the textures of what remain. The leaves and foliage of all varieties.
You have to find enjoyment in all the seasons of nature. And have no regret for what has already gone away. For it isn’t gone forever.
It is that “in between time.” The time when summer succumbs to fall. And after a bit, fall drifts on into winter.
“And we forget because we must
And not because we will.”
– Matthew Arnold