Well, they are at it again. You know who I mean–the trees, of course.
They are at it, going ballistic in beauty over on the parkway.
Walking or cycling north on the path from McNair, you may witness some
sweetness in leaves. As you near the big hill, look to your left
(west). The vermillion hues on these splendid sunny days are a real
treat.
I’m copying a wonderful Mary Oliver poem below my signature, which
seems to fit here.
Jim L.
612-588-8984
Car=burn gas; Bike=burn fat–Two legs, two wheels: Let’s roll
The shortest answer is doing.
— Lord Herbert
The life you lead is the lesson you teach–source unknown
In Blackwater Woods
Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars
of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,
the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders
of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is
nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side
is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
~ Mary Oliver ~