10.6.25

For your index of delight this week...

“I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep … Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass.” — May Sarton

A few weeks ago I was lamenting how the katsura trees in the front garden were dropping their leaves in response to dry conditions and without their characteristic sweet autumn fragrance. Well thankfully, after a few days of rain and cooler temperatures they are back in fine form scattering their russet heart-shaped leaves and spreading the aroma of burnt sugar throughout our entry.

Pay attention to seasonal markers that you would miss in their absence: stomping through leaves, hunting for mushrooms, migrating birds, a baseball season that just won’t quit — well, maybe not that last one.