Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Tending the Light Within

The day dawned cold and sunny, skies brilliant blue from here to there and almost cloudless, autumn and the north wind strewing rattling twigs, rustling papery leaves and spicy perfume everywhere.  The Michaelmas asters, fall "mums" and chives in the garden were in ceaseless windy motion, their shadows weaving along the hedgerow and to and fro across the grass like a troupe of flamenco dancers.

Alas, the events of which I wrote only a day or two ago have transpired. This morning, there were no bumbles, bees, wasps and hover flies about.  Temperatures fell drastically overnight, and the tiny fliers passed away quietly, their scant living hours on the sunlit earth brought to an end by deep cold and bitter wind. The garden is silent except for an avian visitor now and then, and I mourn the passing of the legions of fuzzy wee friends who cavorted among the flowers all season long - like the cicadas, they are gone too soon.

What to do in this time of restless change and bluster and tumbling temperatures? The old lantern in the far corner of the patio comes to mind.  There it sits on its square of pavement, worn, rusty and verdigrised, its creaking door eloquently ajar and waiting patiently.  No candle or flame cupped in its latticed roundness, it understands what it is here for, and it cradles and tends remembered light within.  So must I do, until the year turns at the solstice and our days begin to stretch out again.

6 comments:

Debbie said...

So beautiful, Cate.

<3

Guy said...

Hi Cate

Your words reminds us that each season involves some measure of loss as we move into a new, changed world.

Guy

Mystic Meandering said...

"...it cradles and tends remembered light within." Love this! and the lantern is so melancholy... I actually can hardly wait for our cool, crisp days and nights. We're in the 80's this week, despite a cool week of monsoon flooding rains last week... Bundle up dear one :)

Maggie Emm said...

We have the very same lantern in our garden! - and in a similar state. Although there is less light this time of year what there is is very beautiful, and illuminates things in a different way...

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Cate,
Love your words and your lantern.
Special thoughts go out to you
this morning....

Carmine said...

I will think of the bumblebees as my little sisters from now on. Now out to my garden to see if they are buzzing still in my fading wild flower garden....