As summer floats along there is always a change in the air when we roll into August. The light is not as intense, even if the temperature gets hot. The days begin to shrink and the nights slowly expand. Subtle feelings begin to insinuate themselves under my awareness.
Being in the country, and working the land, sharpens the senses to things which do not announce themselves. The smell of a cool morning changes. The birds begin to form flocks, and later begin to practice group flight. The color of leaves becomes a more dark, dull green. There is a quickening of pace amoungst the critters.
I notice the first goose honk, far to the horizon. Just one honk, and then nothing for days afterward. Plant growth slowly stalls as the cool nights force them further into quietness until the later sun warms them to the day. The colors of twilight begin to change toward the cool hues of Maxfield Parrish.
The stream of time is floating me down its river. There is never an abrupt change in its turns. The view keeps changing, and sometimes it seems as if I am going in circles. We are immersed in its fabric and flow. And I know what comes after this turn, at least a sense of the patterns, if not in the particulars of their outworkings.
Allen Pollock, ( Owner of Gentle Breeze Farm, LLC located in Windham, Maine )
Gentle ponderings & ruminations on life and living