Thursday 26 August 2010

As the seasons change

There's logs "aplenty", gathered and stacked for the coming change in the season, which seems to have started somewhat earlier this year.

The crop's been harvested in the field behind and it seems to me that mother nature is taking her deep breath before exhaling and allowing the fantastic colour change, and carpet of leaves, that comes with the onset of Autumn.

At home, there's also a poignant feeling in the air - The dogs seem somewhat pensive, as if they understand that Carmen won't be snuggling up with them in front of the fire anymore. She so loved this time of year, looking forward to"nestling in" for the cold damp months - We both did, which has only highlighted, once again, that bastard called "grief". Just when you feel that you're begining to move forward, it jumps out, and punches you right on the end of the nose.

Like me, it appears that the dogs, too, still have plenty of grieving to face. When I arrive home, Alfie has started running to Carmen's side of the car again, wagging his tale excitedly until he realises that she's not getting out - He sniffs the bottom of the door, then turns on his heels and morosely walks indoors holding his head down low. The "Sisters Grimm" seem sullen and reflective. If only animals could speak.....

The fire's lit, I'm completely self sufficent this year, with my own, hazel, ash, yew, beech, cherry and willlow. Carmen would be so excited by this, she so loved when I prepared the seasoned wood. Come to think of it, she loved everything good about life.

It won't be long before the clocks turn back. If only I could turn them back by more than one hour, to happier days.

10 comments:

  1. Grief is, indeed, a bastard. The first autumn, the first Christmas, the first spring, the first anything without a loved one is hellish. Stay strong and cuddle the dogs.x

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  2. A big hug , can't see the keyboard through my tears xxx Why is it always the wrong people who have to go so soon?

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  3. Mr Woozle - what can I say when I don't know what to say. All our thoughts are with you.

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  4. So very, very sad. Big soppy hug coming your way like it or not. Sure C would not have minded.
    Toady
    XX

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  5. Oi move over Toady my turn to give Mr Woozle a big sloppy hug . . . don't hate this time of year because you can't share it with Carmen Mr Woozle . . . share it with us . . . Thank you for trusting us enough to share your grief with us. Give the dogs a hug from us too.

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  6. Grief is so very hard to bear, big hugs for you dear Mr Woozle, and big cuddly hugs for doggies too.

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  7. It's good to remember the little things in life even if they do make you sad. Big hug from me as well - Rosie XX

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  8. I have serious log envy. We've been chasing our local log man for few weeks now, trying to get a couple of deliveries so we can get them dried.

    I remember how Carmen loved this time of year too. And I think you are doing just great. The blogging will help as you face these ruddy hurdles, trust me. And by the sounds of them those dogs are pretty good company too.

    We're all with you Mr W.
    xx

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  9. Snuggle up this winter with those beautiful memories Mr. Woozle. You were blessed...

    Of course this season and the next will be especially hard for you, but as Angel says you are doing brilliantly. I hope you will find different ways to embrace the autumn...it truly is a magical season, and you are surrounded by such brilliant countryside (and dogs).

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