Nothing to be done…
I awoke to snow. October 18th and a dusting of large, flat flakes frosted the deck and drifted from the gray skies. My to-do list is a mile long but it will have to wait. Today is just going to play out for me.
Some things could not be ignored. Unlike the dust on the furniture and the leaves that have blown in through the door; laundry, a run to the dump and groceries were necessary. I took time out for a quick ride down the dirt roads with Night to admire the last of the foliage.
Otherwise, I am too weak-minded to concentrate on my list. I am cooking without a recipe, literally and figuratively. Black Bean soup with ham bubbles contentedly, a hearty beef stew sits composing itself on the stove.
Every simple task along the way have me reflecting on life. Death came for Lisa on Friday and Beth is slipping away. Two women I admire who will never stand beside their car and fill it with gas. There is no longer a need to check the grocery list or worry about money spent. The minutia of life that occupies so much of my day is beyond them now. They have taken their leave of this world as will each of us when it is time.
By late afternoon the sun was finally strong, just before it slipped below the trees and ledges. Alice and I bundled up against the chill and headed up the trail to the back of our property. The earth is healing the wounds of last year’s logging operation. Thick weedy grasses are filling the deep gouges left by the log skidder and ragged stumps that sprouted life are now dressed in Autumn shades.