Life, we learn to late,
is in the living,
in the tissue of each day and hour.
Stephen Butler Leacock
The sun is coming up but knowing it is just a fleeting moment with the predictions of rain or snow I take the time to say thank you then soak in its beauty before the closing of that curtain. The orange and pinks fill the sky then just as fast as it enters it takes its final bow, disappearing.
Walking and exploring the bush most everyday gives me plenty of opportunities to see the changes that occur very quickly, sometimes overnight. The first of the week I had noticed fungi of all different varieties had covered the ground. Oh they are so beautiful I knew I had to capture their beauty. Things in this world change so quickly, and I have always believed that in nature as in life itself you owe it to yourself to take in what surrounds you before it is taken away.
This time of year most things around the farm are taking their final bow getting ready for that winter sleep. This was my time to see that there is indeed an indescribable “beauty in death.” Another trip to the bush early one morning was all it took for me to know that this statement is true.
After feeding the cows I hopped over the red gate that is now closed for the season. It will be protecting the undisturbed snow trails that this girl will explore soon while wearing her snowshoes. It will also be keeping those cows safe from predators that wander, protecting all through the winter, that which is now looming behind those clouds. It does not take me very long to see that it was true, there is indeed an indescribable “beauty in death.” The fungi are dying after a wonderful long run of beauty. The cows had knocked a few off their feet but they still managed to hold on to that beauty in spite.
I lay on the ground trying to capture every moment as to not forget. Thinking I would have to compare yesterday’s show to today’s final call I needed to capture every angle I could. There will be no encore for a very long time. Oh those curled edges, those toppled caps lying on their backs as if giving up but knowing they will return another time. These are the moments that I will remember.
There will be many more trips to the bush to capture other last curtain calls. I do know the leaves and the trees have already promised me a wonderful show. The bush can teach us so many lessons, if we pay attention.
I will be taking a short Blogger break. Be safe, be happy and enjoy those little things. See you soon. Hug B