The colors of my world!

No much has been happening this past month, thank goddess. No floods, pestilence, or wildfires, although the teenagers across the river seem to be having a fun time with lighting fires at night and getting drunk. Ahhhh, to be young and stupid. So much better than being old and stupid.

In retaliation, I lite my own fire, but, unlike the kids, I kept the hose nearby and only had coffee to drink. Also, my fire was during broad daylight.

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Next time I might get a little wild and add some Bailey’s to my coffee. Or maybe light the fire at twilight. Oooo baby, living on the edge!

A recent visitor gave the Mallards, and me, reason to cheer. Okay, maybe the Mallards didn’t cheer, but I did.

Solitary birds, wood ducks are typically quite shy. So when this female decided to join my gathering of feisty, pushing, pulling, quacking ducks, she brought along some excitement to our somewhat placid world.

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Petite little duck, the Mallards dwarfed her in size, but not temperament. Whenever a Mallard got close to her corn, she would chest bump the duck with the all force of a sumo fighter.

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“Come near my corn and I’ll send you flying!”

She stayed for two days, then left for, what I hope is, a warmer climate and a visit with Mickey.

My world is stunning this time of the year. As an Earth Witch, the colors of the autumn speak to me in tones of crimson reds, iridescent bronze, rich golds and hunter greens.

If one thinks about it, autumn is actually a beginning instead of an ending. True, the summer blossoms are gone, especially after last night’s hard frost. But the plant’s lives haven’t ended. Like Sleeping Beauty, they’ve only gone to sleep. We all need sleep in which to strengthen our core for life’s daily challenges. The winter gives the flowers and trees time for such a rest. When Spring’s warm kiss of love awakens them, my world will once again burst with a color palette of pinks and purples.

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For now, I’ll keep the colors of my autumn world. Without them life would be shades of grey, which doesn’t seem very appealing.

Blessed be :}

About tinthia

Wondering, searching, and wandering, I'm a single mother with a desire to get it right in my lifetime. The flow of the river feeds my inner goddess and fuels my soul. Blessed be. :}
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