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I have said it more than once.

Autumn came so quickly.

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Seemed like I was just sitting on the shore, drink in hand and watching the evening sunset.

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Then this. Wham! My youngest was heading back to university.

Once the kid left it seemed there were changes every place I looked. Of course, I found some sadness in this. It was like a scorecard I was keeping. Yup, check off one more not-so-happy thing.

Keep in mind, I was also experiencing a New England autumn after being away twenty-four years during this very season. Lot of transitioning. On many different levels.

Leaves on the trees turned glorious, riotous shades and then fluttered to the ground. Skeletons in their wake.

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The ice cream shops were now sporting signs like “Closed For The Season” and “See You In The Spring!”

Del’s, an extremely popular Rhode Island frozen lemonade business, shuttered their stands and trucks instantly went into hibernation.

The birds, who were annoyingly loud outside our bedroom window in the wee hours of the morning, silenced overnight.

All of the neat little nests dotting our yard and stuffed under the eaves had “vacancy” signs on them.

No more pleasure boats zipping down the bay. Now they are white, shrink wrapped objects perched on steel stands and peppering boatyards all over the state.

The sun setting just minutes after my afternoon tea. Okay, I don’t have an afternoon tea but it sounded so good. My point is the sunset was no longer an evening thing.

Even our compost bin eventually went quiet. Crickets. Anyone who composts food and plant scraps knows you practically need a pair of goggles or a gas mask when you open the lid in the summer. Especially if it wasn’t recently turned. Smells and a million, billion fruit flies make a fruit-line to your face. No activity, at all, once temperatures drop.

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But there was one thing that really made me realize the wonderful summer season came to an end and it sort of made me sad. Not as sad as the youngest leaving or as sad as losing and missing our loved ones. But still. Like it was the last and final straw of summer.

The osprey left.

Ospreys are magnificent birds of prey. Huge raptors. Looks like a big hawk or eagle. Moonlight as fishermen. Has a few young ones in the Spring. And then once autumn arrives it quickly flies off in the direction of South America. The ginormous nests, a convenient five minute walk from our house, are in the marshland and built on tall wooden roosts. Now totally empty.

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When I saw the empty nest my eyes filled up. Silly really. Because I know they are coming back in the Spring. I also realize it was some type of temporary Mommy transference phenomenon.

Summer was truly gone.

So, what to do?

The only thing is to shake if off and approach autumn with gusto. Enjoy every minute. Be glad of the different seasons because it is a continual promise. When one ends another beautiful season begins.

Sometimes that is easier said than done. Especially when the afternoon sky is dark and it gets cold. Autumn quickly becomes winter.

In the coming days I will share things that have enhanced and cheered my autumn and winter. I’m normally a happy sort and have been enjoying it. It does not have to be gloomy. It’s all up to me. It’s all up to you.

While we sit and wait for the osprey’s return.

 

 

 

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As I walked through the park in Delhi a few months ago I kept my eyes and ears open. I was soaking up the sights. You’ve seen my photos so you know there’s a lot going on in India.

Ran into this guy. I now know it’s an Ibis. I had heard the word but never actually saw one.

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I then spied what appeared to be common stepping stones. I look closer because I see writing on some of them.

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It’s a white man’s world. I wonder who wrote that.

I kept moving.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw this little guy peeking out of a tree.

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Too cute.

I then strolled around the herb garden. Pat myself on the back when I recognize the herbs without reading the signs. But I see this sign.

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Oh, I know this. I know mint. Yep, that looked quite familiar. I had, at one time, thought that mint would be a welcome addition to our first garden. Many years ago. I was wrong. It is totally invasive with its little runners.

Helpful hint. If you want to plant mint in your garden make sure it is in the pot when you put it in the soil. The roots will be contained and not creeping into your neighbor’s yard.

I look closer because I still like mint. I’m not holding the invasiveness against it.

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But it doesn’t look like mint. It looks an awful lot like another herb I may or may not have been familiar with back in the day. I showed my friend this photo and asked her what she thought it looked like. She, without blinking an eye, said, “Marijuana.”

Hmmmm. That’s interesting.

Anyway, sometimes you just have to look twice.

 

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Each day I take a walk by myself here in Delhi. Mostly at a local park named Lodi.

I try and give the Fitbit some action. But I also sit and do a lot of watching. There is always something going on here. More than twenty types of birds. Hawks swooping down with their unique scream agitating the crows. It’s a cacophony that the forty young deaf people doing some type of team bonding in the middle of the field cannot hear. Soccer/football playing. Family photo sessions. Picnics. People working out on exercise equipment. Contortionists in the yoga section.

Starting to see some of the same people each day. An old fellow with what appears to be a radio in his hand. A guy walking a Bull Terrier just like Spuds Mackenzie-except black. Too many young lovers to count. Not sure if they are same ones each day. An elderly man who is undergoing chemotherapy walking with a cane and a young assistant. He wears a tweed jacket that is too big for him and a black Greek fisherman’s woolen cap. A guy playing the flute on a bench in the middle of the park.

India really is incredible. You never know what to expect. Every day is different.

See below for some of my park photos. I hope you enjoy them.

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I am all for this.

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Wait a second! The back of these signs. I’m getting mixed messages here.

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Bird house in the middle of the park? Check out the two photo bombers.

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Hundreds of these birds in the park. Never gets old.

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Caught my eye. Sacred Fig. Considered a sacred tree for Hindu folks.

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Very cool. Section of park that has exercise equipment for those in wheelchairs.

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Not the best quality photo. Color coordinated Sikh family photo shoot.

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Loved these carvings.

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Hijra (transgendered folks) looking for monetary donations from people in the park.

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Not sure what the colored smoke symbolised.

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Lily pads.

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Stepping stones.

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I call this one Narcissus.

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Sweet potato man. As in the potato is sweet. I am not sure about the man.

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Hawks on the ground, in flight and resting in the trees.

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Vendor with a lot on his mind.

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Palm trees.

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Spud Makenzie’s Indian cousin.

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I happened upon this crew. A parakeet chowing down with three squirrels.

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M for Mary.

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A dog just curled up and napping away.

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Seriously how does one do that?

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I liked this sign. They certainly spelled it out for visitors.

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The end. I slip under the chain to exit at Gate 11. Not where I entered. 🙂

 

Hope you all have a fabulous weekend!

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I was up before the crack of dawn. Thank you, Mr. Jet Lag.

As I was looking out the kitchen window I noticed clumps falling from the big, old maple in the backyard. It ended up being four portions of a bird’s nest. I knew there was construction going on yesterday because I had observed the busy birds doing their thang. Back and forth with sticks and debris hanging from their little beaks.

But this morning. All that hard work for naught. Wiped out.

Not sure what caused their home to be razed. A squirrel? Some equivalent to our tornado?

Anyway, I looked out awhile later and saw a bunch of them poking around the grounded nests. And I saw them each taking bits and flying back to the original site in the tree to rebuild.

I’m not going to question how wise that would be. I mean plenty of folks returned to New Orleans.

But it struck me. This nature thing.

The immediate rebuilding. And the community effort.

Not just one bird. But many.

It gave me a glimpse of hope for our shared human nature. Maybe war-torn cities can be rebuilt. Maybe missing girls can be returned to their homes. Maybe we can send our children to school without fear.

But it will take more than one bird to make that happen.

 

 

 

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