Summer's Last Hurrah

I just read Fluff Blog http://fuffmonster.blogspot.com/ and the dread of autumn, holidays and the months to follow. Today, the last rose of summer appeared to me as walked out to get the paper. Its peddles burned from the summer heat. This rose is a late bloomer. Most of its brothers and sisters have lived their lives in the sweltering July sun. The lived brief and bright yellow lives.

This rose is surrounded by death, and yet it blooms. Maybe not with the radiance of the timely roses of summer, but it still blooms.

The kids return to school tomorrow. The maple tree is starting to show signs of orange on its outer most leaves. Soon it will be on fire with red orange and yellow.

I remember a constant conversation I had with my mom growing up

"I hate fall," she would say
"I love it," I'd reply
"But everything dies”
"Not everything, I was born in October."
"Spring is better. Everything is born new."
"Autumn is better. We can see death for what it really is."
"And what is it?"
"Just another season."
"I still like spring."
"Halloween is in the fall."
"Yah, more death."
"No, a time to explore the unknown."
"Your weird child."
"Yep, I'm your daughter"

I still love fall. I love comfort food and pumpkin pie and the fact that death isn't really death. Autumn/ Death is just a part of life. Autumn/ Death should make you remember to really live, and really love. Autumn/Death should make you celebrate life and to remember that peace does exists and that pain isn't forever.

Autumn / Death is the wasmate forgiveness. Your tree wasn’t perfect the grass wasn't green – just wait till next spring! Your garden had too many weeds --well weeds die too!

Kids go back to school and new adventures begin around the colored landscape of an early sunset and harvest moon.

Sometimes ya have to let go and let things die. I love autumn.

I'd like to end this post with the lyrics to a song by Van Morrison. This is the song my husband and I choose to have at our wedding. We fell in love while I was still married to my ex husband. I had a choice to make. Do you stay in a relationship because it is the “right thing to do” or do you risk all for a man you believe is truly your soul mate?

I asked my grandmother what I should do. She old me "Annamarie, I can't make that decision for you, but I can tell you this, you don't want to be some old lady on your death bed with a head full of regrets."

When Jim and I decided to get married, almost 4 years after that conversation, we wanted a song to reflect how life is short, love is fleeting and you have to seize the day. It’s not a bad thing, it’s only bad if you let the Autumns in you life consume you and forget they are there to remind you of the joys of life, a life worth living in abundance.


Artist: Van Morrison
Precious time is slipping away
But you're only king for a day
It doesn't matter to which God you pray
Precious time is slipping
It does't matter what route you take
Sooner or later the hearts going to break
No rhyme or reason, no master plan
No nirvana, no promised land
Because, precious time is slipping away
You know you're only king for a day
It doesn't matter to which God you pray
Precious time is slipping away
Say que sera, whatever will be
But then I keep on searching for immortality
She's so beautiful but she's going to die some day
Everything in life just passes away
But, precious time is slipping away
You know she's only queen for a day
It doesn't matter to which God you pray
Precious time is slipping away
Well this world is cruel with it's twists and turns
fireshe fire's still in me and the passion it burns
I'll love her madly 'til the day I die
'til hell freezes over and the rivers run dry
Precious time is slipping away
You know she's only queen for a day
It doesn't matter to which God you pray because
Precious time is slipping away
Precious time dozenipping away
You know you're only king for a day
It doesn't matter to which God you pray
Precious time is slipping away