The first day of Fall is upon me now, September 23rd has arrived with a humid and rain soaked day. Time to search out my woolen mits and hats since the days leading to Winter will quickly arrive with the crisp cold air feeling refreshing to the senses.
This brings me to memories of ordeals during last winter as March rolled in with freezing rain and snow causing the garage roof to leak causing me to worry about the ceiling falling onto my 23 year old car. I suppose all of us have issues from time to time where no matter how much you try to see the bright side of our days we many times must pull up the boot straps and muster through what life throws in our path.
Last winter proved to test the harmony of my days with a car battery waning off to the land of the forgotten, and for some odd reason the gas cap needed replacing as well. The sensors in my vehicle were telling me this. Upon reading the book that came with my beloved black beauty. Indeed, given the amount of money spent on my vehicle decades ago I felt the need to give my car a name.
She has guided me though many snow storms and kept me straight away on the road and not off in a ditch somewhere wondering what to do. She has given me cool air in the heat of summertime when the temps rose above 100 F. Black beauty is beginning to show her age with axles and brake pads needing replacing, but she always rallies after being taken care of and never lets me down.
I use to dread the onset of our long six months of winter here in Canada , but no more. I feel alive during the winter months as I do out in my permaculture gardens during the spring and summertime. I suppose the dread was just the mere thought at 61 years young having to fire up the snowblower hoping beyond hope that it yet again fires up with a sound that delights me year after year. This snowblower is also decades old now, same as my black beauty. They both share a space in my garage together and I often wonder from time to time if they could speak to one another what on earth would those conversations consist of. Who knows, perhaps they can and have been best of friends for all of these years.
The maples are beginning to turn from their summer green dress to their more golden attire. The leaves will soon be dancing in the wind, flying around the branches just before flickering down to rest on the lawn. My pup will always without fail tip toe (paw) over them as if they might tickle her if she ever steps on them.
So while I wait on the brisk winds of winter to arrive I look back on the summer as the light of the days fade and become shorter and shorter. This is a time of rest for the trees and the lawns. The compost bins slow down their pace composting the materials I feed it every summer. The chipmunks are speeding through the tree limbs in my back yard eating the seed pods from my cedar trees that are heavy and bending downward. The sway of the remaining plants inside of my containers on my back deck are beginning to show signs that I soon will be storing away my gardening tools until next spring.
The clad of soil on my rubber boots will soon be washed away so as to store them in my garage for another winter as I dig out my winter boots and check the laces. Soon the winter tires will be adorned on black beauty as she steers me into winter with grace as she has always done, providing me with safe travels.