Holding On

Wendy and I were going into one of our favorite restaurants a couple of days ago when I saw this lonely Blue Bell flower pushing its way up through a blanket of autumn leaves. There was nothing spectacular about it other than it catching my attention. One last attempt of summer holding on. It has be 17 years since we have lived back in Maine. We are seeing everyone hunkering down and getting ready for the long Maine winter. Wood being piled high for the wood stoves, the smell of smoke caressing the air as it drifts from the many chimneys, leaves being raked and shovels on the ready. Life here continues despite the cold winds blowing and snow piling high. My feelings about all of this…I’m looking forward to it. There is a simplicity to life that winter forces upon us. The Blue Bells will return, but for now, autumn is upon us with the hint of winter not far behind. A natural time to sit by the fire and finish the book that has patiently been waiting on my nightstand. My favorite coffee cup and I are looking forward to it.

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