A Golden Light

We are presently enjoying the most wonderful Autumnal weather.  Cold in the mornings, warm in the afternoons, and cool in the evenings...perfect conditions for a beautiful Fall.

Chrysanthemums are unfolding their frilly heads, in my garden. Sunflowers don't seem to mind a bit of Frost. They have bloomed all Summer, through drought, Hail, and Wind Storms. And even so, their bright, inquisitive heads peer through foliage, cheering my Heart...my Soul.

The Aspens, the Birches, the foliage of Rose and Saskatoon and Blueberry...all glow golden in the morning Sun, with a deep, deep blue Sky as a backdrop. I am astounded to find tears in my eyes, some mornings when I stand with my cup of coffee in hand, and survey the lower Forest. The golden light seems to shine profoundly within me and I stretch my arms to embrace it, sending gratefulness to the beams of Light. 

Tomatoes, in large pots on the deck, did not do well. There was no vegetable plot; against my better judgement, I planted seedlings in big pots. I believe Tomato requires the nutrients a good garden soil provides, over a wider area than a receptacle can possibly give. The soil lends flavour.

 
However, the plants produced a bowl of wonderful green Tomatoes. I use these to add acidity to a casserole or stew, both of which are served often, in the cool of the evening. 

I have a pair of huge Ferns, hanging by the front door.  I must bring them in, I think, as I water them during the warm afternoon. Where will I put them? They will take up a corner of a room easily. It remains a conundrum.
 
I have delineated garden beds, with our own homegrown Boulders and filled them with soil. The garden begins to take shape, filling an empty well in my Soul. 


Hydrangeas, which I bought lavishly in the Spring, now bloom profusely...still in their pots. I feel an urgent need to plant them; their messages cannot be ignored any longer.

I bought bags of Daffodil bulbs in Town the other day, remembering my vow to plant them throughout the Forest. I did not buy near enough to fulfil my pledge, yet it is a beginning. Even if their golden heads will sway and nod much later here than on the Island...to me, they herald Spring. No matter how late it might be.


I notice Squirbel on his usual hunt and hide.  I send good energy towards him; he stops his busy movements and looks my way.  I think...Perhaps he is crabby because he was thrown out of his nest, when his kittens were born, as all male Squirrels are. Now, perhaps, he hasn't yet found himself a new abode...it would make anyone anxious.


The impossible red hue of the Geraniums comes into view. Red Geraniums have followed me everywhere I have lived...only the true red variety, however. The colour is strong, seeming to be lit from within, sending rays of powerful energy my way. 


The blaze of red is the first plant I see when I return home. Geranium welcomes me with her fiery, warm heart, telling me I am home, safe and sound. My plans for her include placing her near our Guardian Boulder so she can send her lovely energy to visitors and passersby.

Upon looking skyward, I see the bronzed gold of the Aspens etched against the deep blue horizon...and suddenly, it feels like I have been sent a message from Creator.  My heart lifts.



It is difficult to imagine the snowy landscape that will greet me, in the not too distant future.  These days are balmy and sweet; I won't think about raging blizzards and long, dark days ahead. Instead, I will just enjoy.


There is much to be said for the here and now.


And so it goes...