The days are cooler and day light leaves us a full hour earlier. Leaves are turning brilliant colors before wafting to earth. Cycles of life and death continue to cleanse the natural world and change us from a growing season to a sleeping one. Traditionally fall is a time of great preparation for the coming winter. Canning and putting up the last vestiges from the garden, apple pressing and processing, preparing the ground for spring planting.
The work is never done, it just changes.
I wouldn't change where I live for the world. Oh, I'd move to a new property, but never out of this area, and I am very resistant to leaving even my county. I am especially fond of autumn here. The hillsides turn into a patchwork of brilliant colors, incorporating the blues and greens of our pines with the red, orange, and yellow of various other types of trees. The sugar maples take the show though, with their vividness.
Something is in the air here, something intangible and beautiful. A type of peace and a desperate understanding. I use 'desperate' as my descriptor because almost all of us who live here understand the phenomenal place we have. The quietness, the beauty, the undeniable enchantment that permeates the breeze.
Those of us who can't see it, leave. Some of us (including me) leave and then high-tail it back home, where we've always belonged – even if we didn't know it then. Some of us do not return, because this is not where God needs us, not where we are called to serve. Others grew up somewhere else, found us here, and knew they belonged.
I belong, and I finally know it.
Shepherdess
Classes are going well, though I am not enjoying my psychology class. We do almost everything on the computer, and while that's not exactly a hardship for me, it is annoying. We have two different (online) places to look for possible assignments becase she does not go over what will be due next class.
Our yard sale did in fact go well, we made $138 a piece. We cleaned it up Saturday afternoon before I had to leave for work. Just before we closed down though, a lady stopped and she and I got to talking about dogs (of course!) and it turned out she breeds Shetland Sheepdogs (a.k.a. Shelties) just up the road.
We talked and talked and talked, so much in fact that Gramma kind of walked away and started cleaning in spite of the customer.
She had a male seven year old black, tan and white, who needed a new home. So of course I took her phone number. Them I stewed about it. I talked to mom about the possibility of another dog. She seemed indifferent.
The following Monday I called her and asked to come see him. We talked and talked again. He was shy and would only sniff me with my back turned. I made a spur of the moment decision.
Because I didn't think I had enough going on already, I have become a sheltie shepherdess.
He's afraid of everything.
He hasn't lived in a house for years. He is scared by the washing machine, the dishwasher, the cabinets & drawers being opened and shut, people walking by him, and general moving of anything.
When he is frightened, he paces. And drools.
However, someone has worked hard with him because he is perfect on leash, absolutely silent in the house (except when the treats come out), and sweet.
He is reserved, but does come for petting, treats, and walks. He doesn't cuddle or play. He's not sure he trusts me yet.
That's okay though, I know a little about shy dogs.
Our yard sale did in fact go well, we made $138 a piece. We cleaned it up Saturday afternoon before I had to leave for work. Just before we closed down though, a lady stopped and she and I got to talking about dogs (of course!) and it turned out she breeds Shetland Sheepdogs (a.k.a. Shelties) just up the road.
We talked and talked and talked, so much in fact that Gramma kind of walked away and started cleaning in spite of the customer.
She had a male seven year old black, tan and white, who needed a new home. So of course I took her phone number. Them I stewed about it. I talked to mom about the possibility of another dog. She seemed indifferent.
The following Monday I called her and asked to come see him. We talked and talked again. He was shy and would only sniff me with my back turned. I made a spur of the moment decision.
Because I didn't think I had enough going on already, I have become a sheltie shepherdess.
He's afraid of everything.
He hasn't lived in a house for years. He is scared by the washing machine, the dishwasher, the cabinets & drawers being opened and shut, people walking by him, and general moving of anything.
When he is frightened, he paces. And drools.
However, someone has worked hard with him because he is perfect on leash, absolutely silent in the house (except when the treats come out), and sweet.
He is reserved, but does come for petting, treats, and walks. He doesn't cuddle or play. He's not sure he trusts me yet.
That's okay though, I know a little about shy dogs.
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