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| October, 2008 Hazeldell Orchards, Kelowna |
Autumn shows up faithfully each year to the call of the geese gathering flocks; with boisterous winds cold and rough edged.
Bales of straw and hay, rolled and tied, lie quietly in fields of gold, a nest for mice and voles until trucked away.
Leaves, as if by magic, change into their beautiful red, gold, orange hues readying for the final float to the ground.
Fruits, vegetables and grain,
ripe for harvesting, fill markets
with abundance for winter
sustenance and goodness.
Soups and stews bubble and steam
to serve the bounty of harvest
at the table; warming insides
to ease the loss of summer.
Sweaters and blankets, their cosy warmth
for colder days and nights, are
resurrected from dark cupboards
~ friendly companions in the chill of autumn.
“I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.”
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
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