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before winter and the cold autumn winds blew it all away. In early spring things are stark, for there are no leaves on the trees, and the shrubs and flowers are just black, or dark brown, spindly sprigs sticking out of the ground.

The trees this time of year, with the exception of the firs, are all so stark, but they swish and sway in the breeze with darks arms spreading everywhere. And it seems to me that most of the time within one of those old dark, leafless trees a few blackbirds or ravens squawk in reverie. But then of course it is still wintertime and there are clouds to overcast a general misery.

But oh as the temperatures start to rise and the thaw comes, everyone is out and about, looking in revelry at all the new buds and sprouts and maybe some daffodils. Then the leaves grow and the sprouts appear, and the whole out-of-doors starts to grow, and the green fills us with delight. And of course we soon forget the season afore. Ah tis spring and the birds do sing, and the green brings forth something dear to our heart, which is summer ho ho!

But all of summer time, or most of summer time I should say, is spent working, fixing, improving, without really stopping to enjoy what all grows. Just think how great it would be if, every morning, we walked outside and did a slow stroll, savoring the plants, trees, shrubs, and flowers! Then as we came in bring a bud and put it on the table so that all day we can savor the beauty that god has wrought for man. Of course as the season goes we get so involved we forget that summer, though so dear, is only a quarter of the year. How sad that we don't enjoy it enough to last us till the next one rolls around.

Then one day I am sad to say, fall walks in and things turn brown, and the leaves begin to go. There is a nip in the air, the school bells ring, and we sing as the children tromp off to school. Tis football season and before long it will time to hunt the elusive deer, and the elk. And to some this season brings cheer for it bears apples, berries, and nearly ever vegetable and fancy fruit that can be found.

So for three seasons we see and admire the green. But now let's look and think a bit about the slow time of the year. First there are leaves, which fall from the trees, and then there's the dead hollihock stem that must go. Why heck if you were a good gardener then maybe even out here you would have leaves, and maybe those leaves would need to be raked cause they'd be too heavy to blow away. Ah and then it would be time to pull dead vines from the trellises where they have grown. And do not forget the tomato plants, which still have a few months to go. And if you're like me, you'll bring in the poinsettia plant. You'll put it in the dark so it'll have a chance to change. Don't you just hate the scraps of the garden you worked so hard to grow that now looks as if a bunch of kids had run through it and torn it all asunder? For just after the first frost it seems the yard really grows, and just before the first snow, the grass seems its greenest.

Well I think I have bent your ear enough for now so I will say so long, and oh heck, I think I will just go walk around the yard once more!

TOMWYO, 4 Oct 99





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