By: Diane Sawdon
Many, many years ago I cracked open a Fortune Cookie and my fortune read, “The best things in life are not things.” Now, I am a firm believer in these words and if you have read a Ramblings or two, you know this to be true. On September 7th, these words became intensely real as I was forced to put that statement into action. Mother Nature was on a rampage. The threat of a wild fire much too close to our home, forced us to think “evacuation.” How much time does one need to swiftly grab what is important?? Split second decisions were made~~pets, important papers, medications, lap tops and a pitiful suitcase of clothing and personal items. This was the sum total of forty six years of marriage. But, the goal was to get out, as quickly as possible, if need be. As I wandered the rooms which house our daily lives, I was saddened to think that, just maybe, I would never see the accumulation of our lives again. In the back of my mind I kept repeating~~~they are only “things.” This entire pile of sticks and stones could have been reduced to hot, ashen, rubble in an instant. Unlike so many others in California who lost everything, we were not to become a statistic that day. Bless those brave fire fighters out there who put their lives on the line each and every day so that I can, once again, wander the rooms of my life and take pleasure in the memories of my days here in what I call “home.”
A kinder and gentler message from Mother Nature arrived on September 23rd~~the first day of Fall. This is my favorite time of year. The mornings are rather chilly and a sweater or sweatshirt is necessary for trips to the garden. The sun decorates the day and evenings become cool and give a hint of things to come. The colors of the landscape are breathtaking. Each day offers a feast of new colors for my tired eyes. We have harvested my big, orange orbs~~~I am a proud Pumpkin Grower!~~and the tomato vines have been hauled to the trash. The left over green tomatoes are resting in some sunny windowsills to, hopefully, turn red. It is time for big pots of bubbling homemade soup and deliciously smelling meals simmering in the Crock Pot. Apple and pumpkin desserts become the staple of a dinner party. It seems like this is the time of year when I begin to “cook” again. To me, Fall will always mean harvest, hearth and home~~simple pleasures bringing inordinate amounts of joy.
I hope that this new season of the year will bring you a harvest of simple pleasures and that they are translated into joy for you and your loved ones. Go outside and look for the magic of Mother Nature! Happy October!