October 15, 2013
How Beautifully Leaves Grow Old
"How beautifully leaves grow old.
How full of light and color are their last days.”
We are past our fall peak now, it was as long as any I've ever known in Northern MN.
The trees have dropped all but a few leaves, but the lower bushes & trees (like the sumac above) are still bright & blazing with fall foliage, I think because we haven't had hard freezing weather yet to wither the lower vegetation.
I hope to grow old like the leaves. Full of light & color.
I also hope to grow old like our neighbors.
Mr. Jacobson called & came a-honking just a while ago. Mr. Jacobson is 95 or so and uses a wheel chair due to an injury long ago. That does not stop him from driving. Today he brought us three trays of apples from his trees. It was raining as I unloaded the apples & stood visiting at his car window.
He was sporting a dapper hat on this cool rainy fall day. I've always had a thing for hats, and hope that if I'm still out making deliveries in my car at Mr. Jacobson's age, I might wear a classy hat.
Marianne called last night and we had a good chat about babies & more. She is off to catch a flight to southern California to see her grandson get married this weekend. I hope if I reach Marianne's age of 94, I am still up for as much adventure as she is.
We're beyond fortunate to have these inspiring neighbors mingled into our lives.
And the leaves of another beautiful fall, too.
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