We had a dreary, rainy morning and the areas near our house were covered in wet leaves. It’s the time of year when we work hard to stay ahead of the leaves, otherwise we literally get buried and can’t move them. So I spent time today blowing leaves, enjoying the bold pinks, reds and yellows. It can feel like a useless activity knowing that tomorrow there will be more leaves, and more leaves for weeks still to come.
As I walked around blowing leaves into the air and into the woods, I left like this Indian. I reveled in the colors and beauty of Fall. I found myself surrounded by shades of yellow and gold that would be gone within a few weeks. This oil painting (The Suitor’s Song) reminded me to enjoy what is going on around you, even if it is hard work.
There is a joy in working hard, in making things happen, in celebrating the fruits of your own labors. I felt those fruits today and was pleasantly surprised by a sunny afternoon, with clear walkways and dry sidewalks. As I walked down the driveway to get the mail I forgot all the hard earned sweat and simply enjoyed the colors of Fall. I didn’t have a lute or a song to play, but my heart was full knowing I got to see the colors of life in the bright sunshine.