The next months will be spent under layers of snow or soggy in the wet of rain. The colors will be dull and mostly monochromatic. But still it is full of texture. It is far from boring.
I think about this now not only because of the time of year and the chores I have just completed, but perhaps because of the time of year. Hopefully that makes some sense.
The weather is turning colder and the cycle of life for farm fields and flower gardens has come to an end. Soon we will be preparing for Christmas. I have already seen the beginnings of it in the sale aisles of the stores and on the city streets where decorations are starting to pop up. The radio announcers have begun to speak of Christmas carols that they plan to play in the weeks ahead.
But now. Now is an in between time. The vibrant colors of summer and fall have faded and the holiday reds, greens and golds have yet to appear, but the texture remains. Quiet, unassuming. Resting.