Late Autumn

The secret of life is to "die before you die" -- and find that there is no death. Eckhart Tolle

I am always amazed at the blaze of color in autumn, especially in New England. The garden is now put to rest. Malia has been busy raking leaves to define the pathways between beds and to gently cover the carrots as we await our first snow.

I have turned to baking and spinning wool near the pellet stove. We're cutting down trees. A group from our UU church helped stack wood for the farmhouse wood stoves so there will be warmth this winter.

And even as we prepare for winter, we talk about the next season, the next crop, spring's promise of tulips and crocuses.

Each autumn teaches us Tolle's lesson. As autumn passes and plants die, we have time for the quiet, reflective season of winter, and know that nature will again bring us spring.

I love winter. I spin, knit, read, and enjoy watching the snow fall.

And for today my heart is full with all of the blessings this life offers.

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