Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Festival of Fall

Festival of Fall--I know it should be "Fall Festival"

     Just the other day, I was reflecting on the days of my childhood.  I remember I loved the change of seasons and the thought that it happened over and over.  It was that simple!  I loved the seasons and never took into consideration the extensive complications that each season seemed to have attached to it.
     Today, I still love the beauty and change that Fall brings; however, I see more of the celebrating and festival spirit rather than just the natural spirit of the season.

     What I am talking about is the commercial atmosphere that seems to be so extensively prevalent in our society today.  It seems that every weekend there is an overabundance of "things to do".  Festivals seem to be everywhere in the Fall, and most of these festivals feature multitudes of vendors who vend little that deals with the real spirit of fall.
     Don't get me wrong, I love festivals and dinners.  However, I just think that we too often miss the importance of the simple pleasures of life.  So, this weekend will be a no festival weekend for me.  I am going to avoid the commercialism and replace it with a long bike ride on the Katy Trail and a few hours of leaf raking.  Fall only lasts so long, so I am going to enjoy a little taste of the simple pleasures of Fall while I can.

Fabulous Fall colors--WOW!

     I wanted to share one of my favorite Fall poems with you!
God's World
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
O World, I cannot hold thee close enough!
    Thy winds, thy wide gray skies!
    Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag 
And all but cry with color! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of the black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all,
    But never knew I this:
    Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart--Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me--let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

March or May?

Yes, it March in Missouri and feels like May. Warm, almost balmy, temperatures are here. Now, the big question is if the temperature will hold out. I would have to say it is a bit early to count on the end of frost for the season. It seems that Missouri weather can play tricks on even the most seasoned Missourian.
Only time will tell what is in store for the rest of March. We may very well be starting the Spring season early; however, this may just be the trickery of "Mother Nature". Whatever will be will be as far as the Missouri weather.
I am sincerely happy for the mild winter and the Springlike temperatures. From past years, I have grown to dislike the frigid Winter winds, ice storms, and knee deep snow storms. It is great to be outside in the mild temperatures and watch the new calves run through the already greening pastures.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Walden Revisited

Recently, I had the opportunity to read some portions of Walden by Henry David Thoreau. Each time I revisit his work, I wonder what he would think about today's society. I feel sure he would shun the entity of the "Big Box" store philosophy and many more aspects of our commercialized, complaining society.

One of my favorite quotes from his work is from the chapter "Where I Lived, and What I Lived For". While explaining his reason for going to Walden Pond, he said, "I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it (nature) had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."

This quote and his call for "simplicity" reminds me to take time and enjoy the little things in life. At this point in my life, it does not take a great deal to make me happy. I most fondly in enjoy laughter with family and friends and greeting others with a warm "Hello" or "Good Morning".

I try to find and enjoy the positive and good in everything. In the "Conclusion" to Walden, Thoreau said, "the faultfinder will find faults even in paradise".