Saturday, October 20, 2007

Like Me ...

... Autumn is beginning to fade.

(Photo taken last weekend.)

At 60, I guess I'm in my autumn too. Oh, it's early autumn still, and the leaves are just beginning to change, but I rather think that I have arrived at this season.

Hopefully, my winter will take it's sweet time getting here though because I rather like this season of life. There's beauty in it — for humans in metaphorical terms and for nature in ways that are visible in a Canadian October. No doubt part of our appreciation of the season stems from the realization winter looms. It's like the quote that Cuppa reminds me of: Death is the sugar that brings sweetness to life (or something close to that).

That appreciation may change for me someday as I continue to inch along life's timeline, but it seems to me that so far, each age has some advantages over the previous one. Although every stage has its wonders, I do think we become more and more comfortable with ourselves and more appreciative of our blessings in the autumn of our lives. And that's not a bad thing.

Meanwhile, I have perhaps another week to enjoy the fading autumn colours, so I'll try to make the best of it. Excuse me; I'm going for a drive.

7 comments:

thailandchani said...

Beautiful pictures.. and I agree. Metaphorically and practically.

:)

ChrisB said...

How true, I can relate to this. The colours of those leaves are beautiful.

Ruth said...

Lovely colours! I love autumn. Sixty is so young. Working in geriatrics, I see 90 year olds with zest and enthusiasm for life who inspire me. Wishing you a long, healthy fall.

KGMom said...

Your comment about being in the fall of your life reminds me of Shakespeare's Sonnet 73:

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Coll said...

I too love the fall colours and this time of year. My Hubby turns 60 this year. A bit of a turning point..that is for sure. As in most things, attitude is everything and in many ways, this is the best time of our lives. But just who is that stranger in the mirror?

Dale said...

This post brings a smile, AC. A sad kind of smile. Thank you.

Oh, and enjoy your drive!

Cathy said...

Just last night one of my husband's colleagues averred that death makes the appreciation of beauty possible.

I guess it's that time of year and life that has us pondering the mystery of it all.