Minutes ago I viewed lovely images of spring as captured by talented photography Eaton Bennett. The delicate blooms are beautiful reminders of nature’s power of regeneration, as she aptly titled the series, and make me look forward to planting my spring flowering bulbs. For here, in my little corner of the world, autumn takes a turn.
Morning mists hang over the fields as trees unburden their branches for a welcome winter rest. Having suffered lean summer months until this bountiful nut harvest, squirrels leap and bound, making drivers beware. Crisp air beckons me out of the house to savor dazzling skies.
If I seem to glorify fall, it’s because I adore this time of year. Each season displays different delights, but October holds a special place in my heart. Halloween fills me with a sense of whimsy. Colorful foliage, the smells of bonfires and burning leaves, and birds flocking to migrate all enchant me. I even look forward to plants going dormant after sweating over garden chores.
Every year I enjoy these changes. This month, having finished a small group workshop of Julia Cameron’s “Finding Water”, my inner artist awoke. I walk the local riverbank, camera ready, enjoying a renewed creative flow. With no idea what to write and choosing to ignore the resulting butterflies in my stomach, I look forward to November’s National Novel Writing Month.
One large hurdle to writing fifty thousand new words next month lies in curbing my inherent perfectionism. I’m notperfect; I simply strive for the impossible. Already, this short post has taken a ridiculous amount of time while I seek improved grammar and more laconic phrasing. On that note, I shall upload this little message forthwith.
Whatever season sculpts your landscape, I hope you can take a deep breath of fresh air and delve into whatever art calls you. As I hear repeatedly from gentle mentors, take small steps. Set reasonable goals. Be easy on yourself. Mother Nature acts harsh at times but she generally prepares her charges with steady, gradual progress.
Let me know which is your favorite season, and why. Does weather affect your creative soul? After you comment, please enjoy Ms. Bennett’s vision of spring: