Thoughts on life from Pat Oaks
My favorite month is almost gone for another year. I would love to live in Ray Bradbury's
October Country. I say with my favorite author Lucy Maude Montgomery.."I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers."
Jason Amos was born in October. John boy was supposed to be but he was two weeks late so came November 2. November still has enough of October in it for me to love it as well. When John boy was born, they kept you a whole week! I watched a tree change color outside my hospital window.
We have so many wonderful memories of our boys in the fall. We took them on hikes. We hiked year round, but in the fall we tried new trails where we thought the colors would be more brilliant.
We raked up leaves and they jumped in them. I have a wonderful picture somewhere of the boys and their favorite dog, Tiffy, in a pile of leaves.
We built fires and sat around in the evening talking, reading, listening to music....never in front of the tv. Our tiny little black and white only got 3 channels and they weren't very good.
My boys didn't DARE say they were bored! If they did, like my Mother before me, I would say, "oh...you are bored? Well we can't have that, can we? The kitchen needs to be swept, the wood needs to be carried in for the fire, the dirty clothes need to be gathered , your room needs a good cleaning." They soon learned NOT to say those words. And they rarely did.
Some people think fall a sad time. They dread the colder days. They look forward to spring.
I, too, like spring, but fall is my first love. I fell in love in the fall. I had our boys in the fall. I come alive in the fall.
All seasons have their own beauty, but when fall puts on her cloak of many colors , I want to as well!
Robert Frost wrote a short poem called "Nothing Gold Can Stay." I might just have to differ with him, even if he is one of my favorites. When winter comes and the branches are bare, in my mind I go back to a tree covered in gold. When summer is at it's hottest and everything is green and lush, I long for the chill of autumn, so again, in my mind I go back to a tree covered in gold.
The gold and reds and oranges of autumn, CAN stay....in my mind.
So, once again, I tuck the colors of the trees I am seeing now, in an easily accessible corner of my mind. Go out today and do the same. Memorize a golden tree so that it can stay.