American Author, Caron Kamps Widden, Reflects On Life, Writing Novels and the Musings of Living and Traveling Around the Country and Abroad.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
This time of year makes me feel lucky to live in such a beautiful place. New England is alive with color in the fall, and while we batten down the hatches, and prepare for the inevitable snow storms ahead, it's also a time for reflection and the total enjoyment of nature. It's particularly lovely on our lane, the trees are rich with fall colors. You only have to go out your door in Connecticut to feel immersed in the foliage, especially in the northern parts of the state. Here in my town, everything is about the trees and each fall, the colors become more vibrant every day -- Mother Nature draws you into her open arms, wrapping you in giant quilt of spectacular hues of yellow and orange and red. You find yourself in awe at every turn, trees that stood quietly all summer, their green leaves shading the ground beneath, are now a kaleidoscope of brilliant contrasts of glittering brilliance. And when the leaves begin to fall, they scatter like confetti across sidewalks and roads and meadows, blanketing the woods. It's a symphony of sights and sounds so lovely, it can bring a tear to your eye. On sunny days, a walk down a peaceful, winding, country road, is a concert in nature. The birds wile away the day with musical melodies (my son just gave me that line :) perched high on one hundred year old branches, as if a song was in order to celebrate yet another autumn afternoon. Gentle breezes tickle the tall dry grass and dance through the trees adding a background of light percussion. Suddenly, after a humid summer, everything feels new again, the cool air clears your mind, making way for fresh ideas. Ah, fall...a time for renewal, for change. I sit here in my kitchen, glancing out the window, which is wide open to the side yard, listening to the sounds of nature, knowing that each moment from now on, is precious, as my youngest child races towards graduation and will be off to college in less than a year. Will autumn feel different next year? Will it be sad? Or will next fall bring new adventures, a fresh start? Nature will have to carry me through. I'll go for long walks, and ponder my future, while enjoying the trees of Connecticut one last time before moving to Belgium and a new life, post-children...on another lane, in another part of the world, where the leaves might not be quite as brilliant, but there will be places to explore and things to discover, and best of all, I'll be joining my husband for all those new walks. Til then...my life on the lane is deep into fall and I want to walk in the leaves before the sun sets each day.