It's the first thing I see as I open my eyes in the morning. Summer is leaving. We did not have a summer as we were accustomed to. It did not follow the forecaster diagrams (ha-ha -electronics). The last 15 days have had sun, but it was not as warm as we expect in a summer. Trees slowly start dropping leaves, though they are not in a most colourful autumn attire yet.
This ash tree outside my window is rushing to drop its leaves. Some how it does not make me enjoy it - thoughts about winter - trees will have another spring - will I? All this writing does not mean anything to other people. Life goes on, but I have to notice it. The aging makes me wonder - what next? When? Waiting for what? Hoping for what? Trying to keep my heart beat normal. What is normal at this stage of life? I notice all the little changes in nature, but does that apply to me too? Sort of hidden fear...
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glad to see you got the correct picture posted
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