The colors seem especially brilliant this year with all the rain and overcast skies.
More so than any season, in October I feel I’m like going out into a new landscape every morning.
I find that I want to spend as much time as I can outside, even in the rain.
I want to tell you about reaching up
into the apple tree
to pick a wild apple,
when a shower came down from the leaves
and a drop fell on the corner of my right eye
and rolled down my face —
a single tear.
I wished I had brought my Nikon camera. My old Olympus just doesn’t do well in low light. And yet, it was dark in there, in the evening, in the swamp. So, there is something about this photo that feels especially true.
I’m watching her love her fur boy Theo on the edge of the woods, with the late September light on her hands, feeling so grateful for unconditional dog love when so many things in this world are so complicated.
These two cousins have been spending lots of time together!
One moment they might be best buddies and the next moment they might be rolling around, tugging on one another like two little puppies . . . !
The night we walked down to the Harbor in an 80-degree balmy breeze and walked back up the hill again with the cold autumn wind chasing us home.
Because we know it won’t last much longer.
And because when the house is a mess, this is the best place to be together.
I go now
out into that morning
with my black dog
and green boots,
ready to get saturated
with September dew,
tears like jeweled spider webs.
This is where we go after a day of school.
Where the woods are still so green.
Where the light is still so September.
When I showed this photo to Ellen, she said, “It looks like an engagement photo! What would you say if I decided to marry Theo?”
They were not interested in this large white radish from our garden.
so carried by him
so given to this world
he reminds me