I’m cheating today, and offering you a link to an article I wish I could have written--I’m glad Beverly Beckham (Boston Globe, Sunday, November 1) did.
As a bonus, here’s a picture. We are delinquent. We should have pulled down the hummingbird feeder and stored it away a month ago; those pinball levitators have long flown south. Instead the feeder faded to invisible--an item at the bottom of the to-do list as we pack away summer and rake up fall. Last week, sitting in my corner, posting to Middle Passages, I glanced out the window and noticed the empty globe still hanging. Then I spotted our neighbor’s display--a burst of crimson, a stream of yellow--in contrast to the tired browns and grays waiting to be cut down from my drab garden. A feeder and two trees, bookending the debris of autumn, while flaunting themselves in matching hues.
The scene presented one of life's many reminders to to seize the moment, or in this case, to grab the camera.
Today, the leaves are gone.