“As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.”
(Vincent van Gogh)
There is a grand tapestry come autumn that I love. It is a way to mark time. The leaves seem to flare out in an outrageous blaze, then gently drift to forest floors to become soil and complete the circle of life. So too with us; for in Autumn, we mark another orbit around the sun and cocoon in our winter space only to resuscitate in the spring and bloom once again.
