The colors of the fall in the morning are such a delight. I can already see the trees shaking their leaves and rejoicing. Hallelujah. The wind blowing love to each and everyone. The puffy bluegray clouds with moisture filling the air with a cool misty breeze. It is a welcome break from that sunny heat called summer.
A scene: A little girl in a lilac raincoat. She spins her fuschia-colored umbrella, laughing, dancing and having an amazing time. Water is dancing under and around her feet, wavering shimmers across the pavement. It sprinkles on her friends.
Suddenly, the water stops and the birds in the trees look around to see if the coast is really clear. They go flitting their wings and soar up to a high rise cliff. The most beautiful bird among them has a head of red feathers, a body of green and a purple underbelly. They are camouflaged on the side of a cliff. The birds chirp with each other after having lunch. They love the cool moisture of
autumn. And they are already busy at work, getting ready for the hardships of winter.
During this time of year, it’s important we reflect on what our mothers and grandmothers
sacrificed during the fall to keep us clothed and warm in winter. We should be thankful for our
families and think of them while we work — while raking green, yellow and orange leaves — and
give thanks to our blessings. I’m enormously thankful for the fall harvests.
PS. Please pass the soup.
