When the Walnut Leaves Begin to Fall

(First published September 2023)

It is the school-imposed end of summer, Labor Day weekend has come and gone and I am looking forward to Fall. It is not good to be this way.  Ideally one should be living in the present… for that is all we have.  I have yet to overcome my way of thinking to that which the sages and avatars preach.

A breeze shimmers through what I call (in my ignorance of the real name) the penny tree for when the wind blows the leaves look like so many pennies shimmering down from Heaven.  The sun is so hot it tingles on the skin– yet it is not the strong sun of July that burns quickly.  The angle of the sun in its diurnal slant is different.  Summer is definitely slipping away.

The bees, wasps and yellow jackets are having a heyday in the goldenrod, Joe Pye Weed and Purple Loosestrife.  The marsh is thick with flying insects going this way and that.  My eyes capture swallowtails.  Happily the monarchs are still here.  A turkey vulture circles overhead.  Some carrion must be nearby.  Earlier we saw two golden hawks fly sunlit into the back field.  A wisp of a cloud floats by in an otherwise perfectly blue sky.  This summer has flown by in the blink of an eye like a fritillary flits by the flowers in the marsh.

The smell of fresh cut lawn is intoxicating to my raw senses.  Soon the grass will cease to grow and the lush green will look washed out.  All of its inhabitants in the metropolis beneath our feet will dig deep underground or turn off their bodily systems to overwinter– an amazing concept to a mammal.  Some fill their bodies with a type of antifreeze.  Nature never ceases to astound.  This summer I have made my peace with the insects.  Terrified of them as a child I have come to love and respect them, indeed hold them in awe for the feats they accomplish.  Our accomplishments pale as humans, supposedly so superior.

No longer do I see turtles sunning on rocks or snakes coming out to bask in the heat of the road.  Some species of birds have left already– unbeknownst to me.  I just know that some I used to see are gone and the bird song of the spring mating season is a fleeting memory.  One lone humming bird flies around the marsh intermittently, causing frantic excitement upon spotting him.

It is the time to dead head the flowers of summer.  It is the time of Black-Eyed Susans and Peonies and Sebum.  And soon it will be the time of the Mums.

With each gust of wind yellow finger-like walnut leaves shower down on our heads– like large yellow snowflakes– a foretaste of snowfalls to come.  The sun’s shadows grow long as twilight is near.  Soon the white cloud “lions and tigers and bears” will retire into the black cave of night.  And the summer will die and in dying, give birth to fall. The comfortable rhythm of the changing season beats in our sometimes unhearing hearts.

"God shows His handiwork in the beauty of creation, but doesn't reveal that He Himself is hidden there."

Paramahansa Yogananda from Self Realization Calendar “Inner Reflections” November/December

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