This is the traditional Day of the Dead, and I have to reflect on how appropriate that is given the number of people who were killed as a result of Sandy’s progress from the Caribbean up through Canada. The first order of business is to remember them and all of the living people who were affected by the storm. Things will get back to “normal” sooner or later, but for some it may take a long time. For some it will probably change their lives in ways that they could not have imagined a week ago.
We in the Pacific Northwest are lucky to have just had some mild rain this week, as the leaves finally start their descent into fall. As I look out my window, the big leaf maples, hazelnuts, and cottonwoods have mostly turned a bright gold, creating a sunny-hued curtain over the grey of the sky. It’s definitely the time of death – for the leaves, for the tops of the deciduous orchids that will spend the winter as bulbs underground, proliferating and gaining strength for their emergence a few months from now, for the bracken ferns that grow by the path to the woods. From the other window, the grape and blueberry leaves are turning yellow and red, but the rains have stimulated the marigolds to bloom again and the brown turkey fig tree to produce a bumper crop of huge, sweet, juicy, ripe fruit – the second crop this year! Way to go, fig tree!
The rain has also stimulated the cyclamens to bloom early this year, so the ground under the fig tree is a mass of pink flowers. There’s death in some corners, and new life in others. The eternal cycle.
[Photos from Wikimedia]