2010-There was an afternoon, a certain mix of cool air and warm sun, that made me think of spring. I paid more attention and, with eyes closed to erase the vivid trees, could find no perceivable difference between this mellow fall afternoon and one in say, May. Even the damp earth smell was the same. Why was this so surprising? It emphasized for me that there is no external difference; the vast felt difference must be entirely internal, emotional. Spring feels the way it does because of the meaning we attach to it and the contrast between where we’ve been and where we are going. Likewise fall, though sensually identical to a spring day, is steeped in loss and colored by what we know is passing away. Half full or half empty is our own creation.
2011-Returned from a trip to Florida in heavy rain and found most trees already bare. Today, even in sunshine, the colors are the grey of bare branches, black of wet trunks and brownish green or yellow of the remaining leaves. The grass however is till emerald green and there has been no more frost.
Spiders eat spiders. I see one of the fragile seeming, long legged corner dwellers has captured a fat black one that now hangs well wrapped in a web under my desk. Drama under the furniture.
2012-Days are an even eleven hours-briefly. The colors are intense this year and when the sun just rises in the morning, it beams on the maples to the nw of the garden lighting them up til they shock. A spring like feeling again these days.
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