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The tale behind the Autumn tree

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Personal photo.

 

Autumn is the season of many colours. Rust, orange, brown, yellow, green, bronze, maroon, grey and beige. Indeed, Fall has a unique charm of its own. Utterly stunning. Simply enchanting!

It’s as if from beneath the coloured leaves, wee fairies, elves and gnomes will suddenly pop up and add a magical sparkle to the already delightful season.

As the richly tinted leaves rustle about on the ground in windy weather, high above, the trees stand tall, strong and bare. All that is seen is a maze of naked, spindly branches.

Looking at it, I am forced to dwell on its strange similarity to the way our life is. True, life changes. Conditions and situations never remain the same. They change. And as life changes, so do our choices.

That maze of branches, each one going off in different directions, symbolises our various choices in life.

The bird knows exactly which branch to sit on. Wise. Good choice. Success!

In life, when I come to the crossroads, I hesitate, I pause; a little reluctant to make that choice.

Do I take the one most travelled on or the other, that’s less travelled on?

Yes, it is my choice. I do agree

But..

What is yours?

For..

that will make all the difference.

 

Maloquacious © 2017

There’s No Business Like Snow Business

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Yes. Indeed. There’s no business like snow business….

There’s no business like snow business like no business I know
Everything about it is freezing, everything that woollies will allow
Nowhere could you get that icy feeling when you are feeling that extra snow

There’s no people like snow people, they grimace when they are low
Even with a snowman that you know will melt, you will be stranded out in the cold
You would exchange it for a sack of sunshine, let’s NOT go on with the snow

There’s no business like snow business and I tell you it’s so
Travelling through the country is so killing, standing outside on snowy nights
Frowning as you watch the garden, and there’s your car nowhere in sight

Yesterday they told you that Spring is near, that night it snowed and there you are
Next day on your sleigh they’ve hung a snowball, let’s not go on with the snow!!

Recited to the tune of ‘There’s No Business Like Show Business’ by Irving Berlin.

And so the snow continues… Brr!

 

 

Maloquacious © 2014

The touch of a snowflake angel

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As folk of the southern hemisphere bid farewell to the warm, sunny temperatures, the snow dances its last waltz in the northern hemisphere.

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When this white, fluffy stuff falls from the heavens it delights spirits and spurs the soul with thrill and excitement. In fact J.B. Priestley puts it spot on with his quote:

“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?”

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So true. Snow sprinkles a certain kind of magic when it first falls. Oh, how we welcome it! Faces, beaming bright with huge grins. Eyes, all lit up with the sparkle of disbelief at the snowy sight that unfolds. Merriment. Joy. Oodles and oodles of it.

Andy Goldsworthy put it so aptly with: “Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.” 

Yes, cherished memories come rushing in like a high-powered electric train. Scenes of the white winter wonderland of my childhood flash in front of me. I see myself, swaddled in bright-coloured woollies traipsing through the deep snow, my feet, snug in warm, furry, snowshoes. My head topped with a rich crocheted crown of woollen pompoms and tassels. Oh, how I loved that woolly bonnet!

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Courtesy of NY.

I still remember with great vividness, the sight of the small bush in our garden, its twigs shrouded in a soft, wispy veil of delicate snowflakes….how simply enchanting it was. What fun it was to help shovel away the snow. Shrieking, laughing while having snowball fights, and giggling in delight as everyone skidded and slipped on the ice…there is no remembrance of casualties, so I guess all was safe and sound.

“Snowflakes are kisses from heaven.” We love them. We adore how snow feels. Ever tried catching snowflakes with the mouth wide open and then feeling the sudden, sharp iciness as they softly land? That’s when you’ve been touched by a snowflake angel!

But when the snow outstays its welcome and seems to drown the landscape, bringing everything to a halt. Roads blocked, airports closed. People are ready for it to just go away.

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Courtesy of F.F.Q.

E.E. Cummings declared: “The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.” Sigh.

So, therefore, we bid adieu to snow – the enchanting winter wonderland – and, now, watch it dance its last waltz. Play on, maestro.

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Courtesy of O.L.

Maloquacious © 2013