In the city it is hard to get your hands dirty. We work with our minds all day while our bodies sit idle, waiting like dogs in a cage for someone to let them out.
When I come home to see my family my body moves. It does the work of the changing seasons. It rakes up the leaves, fills with their musty scent, the smell of disintegration. It unwinds the strings of lights that we’ll cast like fishing lines over the front yard. It breaks down the front porch pumpkin that stood sentinel all Autumn and sacrifices it to the garden.
My Mom asks if I want to save the seeds and toast them, but I saw no, this one I want to give entirely back to the earth.
Such a delight post with the movement from bright orange pumpkins to twinkling wreaths!
Posted by: Dragonfly | November 26, 2011 at 04:36 AM
@Dragonfly--Exactly! From Pumpkins to Christmas lights. :)
Posted by: Noel | November 28, 2011 at 03:48 PM
I can work so much harder, with a better attitude, if I'm breathing fresh air in the process. Wouldn't it be something if gyms could conduct that into the air systems?
Posted by: Kim | December 02, 2011 at 05:13 PM
@Kim--Agreed! That's another thing I love about being back in Michigan. It's hard to get truly fresh air in the city.
Posted by: Noel | December 04, 2011 at 01:50 PM