rainy grainy day

i always say, no matter the weather or season, the marsh is beautiful. and so it is. and still today, i am feeling peevish with the view, the gray sky, the chill, and all of the browns which abound. i suppose perfection comes in many forms and one might appreciate some of those more than others. the trees across the water look tall and stately, fully bushed out with their elegant boughs reaching greenly toward each other. so that is a little slice of perfection. off to the left in the range of my view is a golden carpet of marsh grass that goes on and on northerly along the river. this golden blanket too has its perfection. finally only one tree in my entire marsh view has broken forth with some colorful leaves, the first i can see so far this fall. to me this is another perfect illustration of what makes my heart sing-green trees staying green as long as possible. time for all those fall colors will come soon enough.

i keep hearing reports from friends and neighbors about the changing colors of autumn, but the only changes here are on the ground, going from mostly green to mostly brown, and i confess i'm kind of sick of it. it has a dullness and a sogginess that make me feel melancholy. so today i have snippets of perfection rather than the whole vista of the river valley, when my heart is really in the mood for sunshine, high tide and blue water.

summer never lasts long enough for me. i admire people when they tell me that fall is their season, but i don't really believe them. i have always been a summer girl with a lot of spring thrown in since it's a lead-up to the best season. I know there will be more warm and sunny days ahead, but for today i am battening down the hatches, fluffing up the blankets, drinking hot sweet tea, and driving marty crazy with how many times i ask him to put my therapeutic bean bag into the microwave. i hope you find some cozy ways to enjoy this day as well - relaxing, restful, and healing.

p.s. an eagle just flew by. the marsh earns at least a hundred perfection points if such things can be quantified. plus the sun just came out and the little bird who lives in the shrub right next to our bedroom began singing. my melancholy is fading fast.