Last weekend we turned back the clocks. We do this every autumn in the U.S. — excepting Hawaii and parts of Arizona. I always savor the extra hour in the morning, yet as the day progresses, and the light thins, that bonus hour is soon forgotten. During this annual transition, evidence of time’s passage is everywhere.
The heat of late summer is long gone, and the brilliance of early fall is fading fast. The winds from Hurricane Sandy expedited the process. But a few, last gasps of color remain.
Changing the clocks marks the passage of Time.
Those turkey chicks that sashayed through the yard last August are all grown up.
Time.
We buried our 16-year old cat, Boots in September. She was a plump bundle of thick black fur that padded around on dainty white feet. Boots, I should mention, was an excellent mouser, and she proudly announced every kill in a loud, guttural, yowl. When she joined our family, she was tiny enough to fit inside a teacup, and our boys were aged 10 and 13.
She has been gone less than two months, and yet her grave has already weathered its first major storm.
And more Time.
The race toward winter has begun. This dogwood shrub, for example, has already donned its red winter coat.
With most of the leaves down, we can now see through the woods behind our house into the farmer’s fields and beyond.
We can turn the clocks back, set them ahead, and stop them. But no matter what we do to our timepieces, the future arrives with every minute.
Tomorrow is election day. The future of our country’s 99% hangs in the balance. Will the voters turn back the clock, erasing hard fought gains and reopening old battlefields? Or will they keep up with Time and allow the country to continue moving forward?
Judith, what a thought-provoking post and a beautiful one at that. First off, I am so sorry for your loss of Boots. When we lose one of our dear companions after so many years, the loss is especially difficult to bare. Sending a hug to you and my best Wishes to the rest of your family as well.
And your choice of the word “battlefields” is one that struck me strongly as I was just expressing my fears over lunch at the extent of damage that could occur on a world-wide level if Romney is elected. I have read repeatedly that a war against Iran is a given and if that is so it could easily accelerate into either another World War or another Crusades…in which case we would be turning back the clocks 900 years…
What a beautiful post Judith. Hopefully tomorrow will allow us all to continue moving forward. I’m taking my three boys with me to vote.
very nice… it reminds me to pause and enjoy each day, regardless of season. PS I loved the turkey on top the feeder!