I see that the leaves of the persimmon tree in my backyard have turned to the same color as its fruit. It marks the last days of autumn before winter finally sets in. From the kitchen table where I sit, it’s a sight to behold in hues of red, orange, and gold. Albert Camus said it best, “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
Once again, the holidays are upon us. It’s amazing how time flies. I think it’s especially true as you get older. When I was a kid, I remember the year lingering so slowly it seemed like an eternity. But now it comes and goes by so fast. It’s over before I know it.
Now comes the question, is your glass half empty or half full? It’s all about perspective of course. It depends on how you look at it.
As we move through the stages of our lives, we realize that things are different every time but they aren’t necessarily better or worse than before. Under the circumstances, it pays to be “fanatically positive and militantly optimistic,” like Rick Steves would say, and, “if something’s not to your liking, change your liking.”
The persimmon tree has been generous this year offering a bountiful harvest. Raking the leaves after they fall to the ground is the least I can do to show my appreciation.
It’s been a great year for persimmons, it’s been a great year for me, and I hope it’s been a great year for you, too.
May the good times and moments of the passing year become the cherished memories of tomorrow. Wishing you lots of love, joy, and happiness. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
December 8, 2018 at 8:58 am
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 7 December 2018
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| Photo Credit: Dawn M. Miller |
Home was the village he left behind many years ago. The holidays only made him miss it more.
Roberto thought of what his cousin told him on the day he went to America.
“Look around and pay close attention to what you’re seeing,” he said before they took the train to the airport. “Remember everything since it’s going to be a long time before you come back.”
As an old man, Roberto returned to the village he barely recognized. The beloved and the familiar were gone including the family farm where a mall now stood. Nothing remained except the memories.
December 5, 2018 at 9:19 am
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 30 November 2018
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| Photo Credit: Nick Allen |
The familiar smell of grease greeted David as he opened his late father’s shed. He felt the love and care that he put into his tools.
“Someday, it’ll be all yours,” he remembered the old man as saying. “They’ll come in handy when you work in the same factory as I and your grandfather did.”
It wasn’t meant to be. He left town to pursue his dreams of seeing the world.
“David, is there something you want to keep?” his sister asked after the family home was sold.
“Nope, I’ve already got everything here,” he said, pointing to his heart.
November 28, 2018 at 2:26 pm
It’s Been A Good Year
I see that the leaves of the persimmon tree in my backyard have turned to the same color as its fruit. It marks the last days of autumn before winter finally sets in. From the kitchen table where I sit, it’s a sight to behold in hues of red, orange, and gold. Albert Camus said it best, “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
Once again, the holidays are upon us. It’s amazing how time flies. I think it’s especially true as you get older. When I was a kid, I remember the year lingering so slowly it seemed like an eternity. But now it comes and goes by so fast. It’s over before I know it.
Now comes the question, is your glass half empty or half full? It’s all about perspective of course. It depends on how you look at it.
As we move through the stages of our lives, we realize that things are different every time but they aren’t necessarily better or worse than before. Under the circumstances, it pays to be “fanatically positive and militantly optimistic,” like Rick Steves would say, and, “if something’s not to your liking, change your liking.”
The persimmon tree has been generous this year offering a bountiful harvest. Raking the leaves after they fall to the ground is the least I can do to show my appreciation.
It’s been a great year for persimmons, it’s been a great year for me, and I hope it’s been a great year for you, too.
May the good times and moments of the passing year become the cherished memories of tomorrow. Wishing you lots of love, joy, and happiness. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
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