Autumn brings a physical change in the weather and Midwest landscape. This week a nearby condominium replaced summer flowers with these hardy Mums. They are hardy officially but still considered as annuals in the Chicago area; they aren’t “hardy” enough for Lake Michigan’s winter temps. Other flowers are in their final bloom cycle as blossoms fade in color and turn to textured seed heads bringing a new element of design and pattern to the garden. During this time of change, pods begin bursting so that puffs of feathery seeds are dispersed in hopes of ensuring future generations. Among the fading petals and growing seeds there are some late bloomers adding perennial colors to the scene.
Embrace the changes in the season. Embrace changes that are natural. At this time of year, it’s easy for me to be reflective and to realize changes in my life and myself during the past year. Somehow this “end” of season time of year brings renewed energy and purpose to me. May you marvel and feel empowered from your own changes this past year. May you find energy and passion to be able to embrace changes in your life. May change be positive and meaningful for each of us.
I write all this realizing it’s a challenging time as we strive to come to terms with other’s choices and decisions. Other’s choices can make us feel dis empowered and hopeless. We always have a choice in how we react to others and their actions. The fact that we have our own power and choice is what keeps me optimistic.
Thinking of Father’s present and in our memories. Each hold special parts of my heart. Love you my husband, and my Dad and my Grandpas and my Pa (great grandfather). As a mother, I understand how this day is special because of our children. So bless each child and father.
Watching others busying themselves is my amusement lately while I take time out from routines and duties to refresh myself. It has been too long since I have been able to stay still in one place, just be tranquil, with empty thoughts. This luxury of unfilled time will last only a brief while. Time is precious. I watch others do their routines such as this Bee and Fly on a summer Dahlia and I am grateful for the ordinary, underappreciated, normal paces of life. Soon I will rejoin the busyness and be productive again with a passion that comes from this immeasurable restorative respite.