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Life is Sweet

Let’s have a moment of music appreciation today. This song got me out of a dark place today. Natalie Merchant, “Life Is Sweet”:

natalie merchant

It’s a pity
it’s a crying shame
who pulled you down again?
how painful it must be
to bruise so easily inside

It’s a pity
it’s a downright crime
but it happens all the time
you wanna stay little daddy’s girl
wanna hide from the vicious world outside

Call it seasonal depression. Or emotional fatigue. Or denial. I call it “dragging the wagon.” Today I was dragging the wagon behind me and in that wagon is every brave thing I’ve ever wanted to do and left short, every pound I’ve failed to lose, every person I ever disappointed, every dream I had that didn’t come true.

So who pulled me down again? The bruise inside, the one I work on and sometimes think I’m getting past. The fear of putting my heart into the vicious world and getting it shredded. The fear of running back for comfort to my daddy and him not being there.

Three friends have lost their daddies in the past week. And the story I haven’t been telling for a couple of months now is that I almost lost mine. It scares me so much that I can’t look at it straight on. My dad was very close to dying. He’s back now. He called me the other day to thank me for the orchid I brought when he was in the rehab place. We’ll eat turkey next week and be grateful.

I’m sad for Heather and Jonathan and Laura who are trying to find words to say goodbye and thank you and good job, Dad.

But don’t cry
know the tears’ll do no good
so dry your eyes

They told you life is hard
it’s misery from the start
it’s dull and slow and painful

I tell you life is sweet
in spite of the misery
there’s so much more
be grateful

10700549_10204326604998278_6333280427733818279_oThis weekend, I took the kids down to the playfort in the backyard and got choked up when I saw that the cherry tree had dropped all of its leaves overnight. One day, a globe of golden whispering leaves and the next day, a silent carpet over the frosty ground. Some trees, like my neighbor’s sugar maple, take weeks to shed their leaves, so long that we get kind of used the change. Others–whoosh and they’re gone in the first hard freeze.

That cherry tree was a wedding gift from my coworkers when Richard and I married. It stayed in a pot for months, waiting on the soil to soften up with spring. I got around to planting it after Richard died. It’s been especially precious to me now that my babies play in its shade. Time and sunlight and being grounded–that’s all it needed to grow.

For almost ten years, I’ve grown used to the miracle of that tree. Pink pom poms in spring, pale green leaves through the summer, then the golden show of fall. And every year, the shock of the day when it’s just gone. Bare and spare. Reminding me how suddenly everything can change.

Who do you believe?
who will you listen to
who will it be?
it’s high time that you decide
in your own mind

Dragging the wagon. Carrying all this fear and sadness around and not writing it out. Afraid to write it wrong or write it right. Trying to speak my truth but the hand over my mouth is my own. That’s why I found myself crying at my desk at lunchtime. “Life Is Sweet” came on Pandora and it took me back all those years to when I first loved this song and had no earthly idea how true it is. I sat there and cried because I’m so tired of wanting things to be different but not making them different. Time to make up my own mind.

mapleThere’s a red maple outside my office window, and as it’s been losing its scarlet leaves this week, more sunshine gets through. I sat there today next to the window, half of my tired body warmed in the light and half of it shivering. Natalie’s words calling out to me from my phone.

They told you life is hard

it’s misery from the start
it’s dull and slow and painful

I tell you life is sweet
in spite of the misery
there’s so much more
be grateful

Who do you believe?
who will you listen to
who will it be?

I closed my eyes. In the dark quiet there behind my eyelids, the left eye caught a reddish glow from the sun shining through. The right eye looked out into the darkness.

It’s high time you decide
it’s time you make up your own sweet little mind

With my eyes still closed, I turned towards the sun. I sat still and let it warm me. Just like my cherry tree, “Time and sunlight and being grounded–that’s all I need to grow.”

They told you life is long
be thankful when it’s done
don’t ask for more
you should be grateful

But I tell you life is short
be thankful because before you know
it will be over

Cause life is sweet
and life is also very short
your life is sweet

If you are the praying type, say a peaceful one for Ted and Heather, Stephen and Jonathan, Gary and Laura. And say a thankful one for Sam and Ashley.

Daddy, I’m glad you’re back. I love you and I’m grateful for you. Save me some turkey.

The Crocodile King Comes to Dinner

This glorious fall weather means that we’ve been spending every possible minute in the fresh air and sunshine.  Last weekend was all about the swinging bridge.  This weekend we planted flowers.  chima dirt

Took out the last straggling remnants of the marigolds from summer.  Vivi chose flats of pansies in pumpkin orange and a purple so dark it looks black…for Halloween, of course.  I bought blues and yellows, with just a touch of white to make it pop (another one of Big Gay’s lessons).

This whole family loves piddling in the dirt.  Vivi busted up the dirt and mixed in some compost.  Carlos was in charge of generalized cuteness.  My six year old knows how to tear open the plant containers, cup the tender plants by the base, and spread the roots around before planting.  I taught her how to arrange the snapdragons in the back because they grow the tallest, the pansies in the center to fill in and some bright gold Creeping Jenny along the edge of the box so it can trail over the edge.

She’s clever, but she’s also six, so the attention span lasts about fifteen minutes.  After a while she left me to finish up planting the boxes.  She wandered off to play with her newest toy–a LEGO Chima figure that she’s been wanting for two months. chima flowers

It’s Cragger, the crocodile king who has turned bad after his best friend Laval, heir to the Lion Tribe throne…oh, I can’t remember what happened but the crocodile is mean and the lion is good.  Here’s Cragger and Laval.  Laval has attached his Chi sword to Cragger’s tail in a strange Dr. Frankenstein move.  I love that it’s never dawned on her that Chima is a “boy” toy.  It’s in the fierce warrior aisle at Target, not the little mama aisle.  We’ve got stuff from both aisles.

So when your daughter ends up playing with warrior action figures and flowers, this is what you get:  a Crocodile King who is probably a vegetarian so he chooses marigolds and chrysanthemums for dinner.  Doesn’t he look vicious?

chima marigold

Carlos opted for the traditional gender-neutral pastime:  dumping a giant bucket of dirt on his head.

chima bucket

Shine On, Shine On

Harvest MoonI woke up this morning to a strange golden light coming in through my window.  Carlos and I stepped out on the deck to see what we could see.  His tiny bare toes tiptoed across the chilly dew-covered boards then stopped.  He looked up in the sky to the harvest moon.  His perfect little mouth curled into a smile then he whispered, “WOW!”

Yes, Baby Carlos Punkin…Wow. 

What a perfect word to start the day…WOW.  Even in his less than three years, he’s already seen the moon a hundred times.  But he reminds me to delight in it, to see it.  Sometimes it is so easy to forget to see the things we look at every day.  

Vivi asks me questions.  She reminds me to wonder and to investigate.  I love living in this age of Google when I can say, “Let’s look it up!”  Here’s what she and I talked about when we talked about the moon.  “Are other people seeing this moon, too?”  We found this really cool image from EarthSky.com:

Day and night sides of Earth at the instant of the September 2013 full moon (2013 September 19 at 11:13 Universal Time). Notice that dawn is coming to the U.S. while night is falling in Asia when the September 2013 moon reaches the crest of its full phase. Image credit: Earth and Moon Viewer

Day and night sides of Earth at the instant of the September 2013 full moon (2013 September 19 at 11:13 Universal Time). Notice that dawn is coming to the U.S. while night is falling in Asia when the September 2013 moon reaches the crest of its full phase. Image credit: Earth and Moon Viewer

I love having all these little minds around; they remind me to look, to ask.  To wonder.  

deer in autumn