Falling for Autumn

Saturday was spent working outdoors at the Property. My aunts and mother built a bonfire for burning debris, and we all pitched in with raking, trimming strangling ivy off of trees, digging out flagstones that have been reclaimed by twenty years of dirt and ground cover, cutting down dead limbs and dragging limbs and brush to the fire. There’s so much to do still, even after many of these “clean-up” days and lots of work done all summer by my aunts, uncle and mother, but the Property looks better now than it has in a long time.

We brought new flowers for Clara’s headstone, and we brought the butterflies that we were given while in the hospital. I think the girls picked exactly the right shade of coral tulips… they are lovely against the fall leaves. The moss in front of her stone is taking root, and with any luck it will spread well in the coming spring and summer. It is a beautiful spot, on a beautiful piece of land, surrounded by beautiful mountains, and though we have not yet placed Clara’s ashes here, I feel closer to her when I am here.

“I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.”
~ Thomas Hood ~

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