Through windstorms and crisp, freezing nights, the Lace Leaf Maple in my backyard has somehow held onto its leaves. When the morning sun hits them, they glow like the tree is radiating its own inner light. I’ve been out with camera several times trying to capture the glory of this tree but it’s difficult with the intensity of the light and shadows and some of the stuff in the background – ugly, rotting garden shed, fence that causes a striped background, the neighbor’s chain link. Plus, the area is one of Smarty’s favorite pooping spots, so moving around is not without certain perils.
I love the way the leaves in the photos above have joined together inside of a water droplet. It looks like they are holding hands, ready to take their plunge to the ground together when their time comes.
Today I am making yet another trip to yet another grocery store to hunt down ingredients for Thanksgiving dinner. It really shouldn’t be so hard to find organic whipping cream and organic cranberries. Our local stores suck! I’m also baking gluten-free, vegan rolls and attempting another vegan pumpkin pie recipe. I’ll probably also make pumpkin bread for the boys, if my hip and low back can tolerate standing in the kitchen long enough.
In between kitchen projects, I’m hoping to get outside, to search for beauty and for my gratitude and joy, which seem to have gone into hiding. The holidays do that to me. They make me miss my grandparents and grieve for the big, happy, unbroken family that I never had. The beauty of nature is the cure for that. Watching the golden light dance through the leaves, the squirrels sitting in my yard, tails adorably up, and the chickadees flitting in the trees can always turn my sadness into gratitude.