Note: I dithered so long that the title of this article originally was “September 2020.”
I think of my mom and dad every day and–almost without exception–that makes me feel happy and as contented as I am able to feel these days. Autumn is a little bit different, though. Sometimes, in the fall, I really miss them and I feel sad. This feeling doesn’t usually last long, but this year it is worse. No surprise there, I think. I miss my brothers and their families. Tom and I see all of our children in Zoom meetings and–every couple weeks–most of them outside at a park. I pet the little dog, Randi, but I also want to hug the children. Tom and I–socially distanced/masked–see some of our friends, but I miss our dear ones far away.
I am fine enough, and I think I am lucky. I mostly try to be grateful.
I don’t want to leave you with the memory of my carping, so below are several photos I’ve collected in the clouds, mist, and sunshine of September and October. Love, Lynda
clouds, Blue Ridge Mountains, Virginia
U.S. Capitol from Bartholdi Park, Washington, D.C.
Mathews Arm Campground, Shenandoah National Park, Virginia
bee and flower after the rain
pearl crescent on white snakeroot
strawberry bush, Hillside Park, Arlington, Virginia
milkweed and milkweed bugs, Bluemont Park, Arlington, Virginia
eastern hemlocks, Cathedral State Park, West Virginia
Close to the Ground: Living Inductively 