the change of seasons
The Boreal summer is over. At least it is here at about 39 and one half degrees northern latitude and at more than 4,300 feet above sea level. How rapidly the weather can change at this altitude. The Austral spring has started for readers in Australia and in South Africa.
Clouds in the neighboring state of California this past weekend as storms from the Pacific rolled in.
We need change of seasons, but we will miss some of the sights and sounds (joyful laughter) of summer. Yet, even the winter has its own special kind of beauty. The bare branches of the trees stretching skyward against a clear blue sky on a cold day. The snow on the hills in the distance, and on the ground here in the valley. There are some small birds who stay in the area through the winter. One easily spies nests among the bare branches of the dormant trees. As well, on cloudy dark days, when one chooses to stay indoors, it is easy to become introspective. Introspection can be good from time to time to keep us on course in our lives.
At the end of the normally dry summer, the hills of central California – which are green with fresh grass and some flowers in the spring time after the rains of winter – are brown.
Another view – with trees on some hills. I guess this is similar to some views in Australia or South Africa or in Argentina at different times of the year (the dry season).
We will post some more travel photo essays (of some new destinations) towards the end of October. These travels are scheduled to occur in the first half of October. In the interim period, we will address some other subjects.
Often times, I will read to take my mind off of the world’s persistent, pressing problems. (It is healthier than drinking.) Short stories and folk tales are enjoyable for me. Here we share a quote from one of Richard Matheson’s short stories, Pattern for Survival (found in one of the collections of his short stories: The Box – Uncanny Stories, 2008, A Tom Doherty Associates (TOR) Book, New York, page 99). The rich language used conjures an enchanting image in one’s mind.
And they stood beneath the crystal towers, beneath the polished heights which, like scintillant mirrors, caught rosy sunset on their faces until their city was one vivid, coruscated blush.
Ras slipped an arm about the waist of his beloved.
“Happy?” he inquired, in a tender voice.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed. “Here in our beautiful city where there is peace and happiness for all, how could I be anything but happy?”
Sunset cast its roseate benediction upon their soft embrace.
Before closing, we offer a random musing. Every once in a while, one meets an ignorant (or very close minded) person. Why is it that such individuals of limited experience and rather limited knowledge think they know so much? Is it perhaps because the very limited horizon they see they believe to be all that there is?! These persons are unaware of what they are unaware of (blissfully ignorant so to speak). We all need to take a broader perspective on many things, and be open to learning (and growing) all throughout our lives. Humility leads to honesty with one’s self. Just a thought.
Let’s address parenting and children in our next essay.