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I was doing some gardening a few days ago. That’s my go to place for exercise and peace of mind. Just turning over soil and trying to hurry Spring along. Starting to see buds on trees and bushes. Green leaves from the many bulbs planted last Fall.

As I was working around one of the hydrangea bushes something caught my eye. Near its base. Wait, is that an egg? It was a good size and it was an oval shape. Yes, I decided. It was definitely an egg. And what a great spot for a little nest of one! Awwwwww! Another sign of Spring. Life happens no matter what else is going on in the world. I then began to wonder what type of bird it was. My imagination was soon soaring!

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Why just one egg? Where was Mom? Where was Dad? How long was it there? Although I didn’t want to disturb anything in progress (read: didn’t want Mama poking my eyes out for messing with her nest) I did want a closer look. Sadly, it looked like it might have been cracked. 😦 I then noticed the coffee grinds above and around it.

Wait, what? It’s starting to look an awful lot like breakfast out here.

Didn’t take me long to solve the puzzle. I compost food scraps in a big bin by the side of the house. But my coffee grinds go directly into my gardens. Especially near the hydrangeas-I am changing the colors of the blooms with acidity in the soil. Anyway, I soon determined that an egg shell must have been in my kitchen pail with the coffee grounds. And I dumped it on the hydrangea.

So my excitement was tamped down pretty quickly. But it had been there. A surge of wonder. Curiosity. Thinking about something pleasant. Getting my mind off the uncertainty this virus is thrusting upon us. It was just nice to be outside and enjoy nature.

I would encourage everyone to get out and explore(not near anyone!)during these troubling times. Even in your own backyard. Keep your eyes peeled for a past breakfast, signs of life, promise and renewal.

Just enjoy the wonder of it all.

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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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