Looking Down, Not Up

Sandra Neily here:

four cord … ready

Looking down, not up, I found surprises this week. Most leaves, except for brilliant, coppery beech, have left the trees up here around Moosehead Lake. I was not looking forward to November even though we got the wood in before snow.

I was feeling a bit down. Until I looked down. Really looked … down.

But first, this amazing poem from Mary Oliver to get us in the ‘looking down’ mode.

I’d always mourned the flowers going too, but now they were bursting with life. Seeds, soft and ready to float on the wind. Seeds jam-packed into fragile pods that will melt away in the next wind. Seeds, humped or loudly misshapen, advertising meals to birds and small creatures that would feast and then drop them somewhere else to bloom.

Fragile beauty everywhere.

I agree with Oliver about the Goldenrod “whispering goodbye.”  I think it is now so much lovelier with its gentle pink petals than it ever was when it trumpeted the end of summer with a crass, way-too-insistent yellow.

So now we will put the orange on the dog and walk the woods knowing that the flowers have given their ALL. Which has been a joy.

Don’t miss the Dick Cass post for Thursday, “Surprised by Joy.”  Thanks, Dick!

(And in no particular order, Queen Anne’s Lace, Pearly Everlasting, Clover, Black-eyed Susan, Mallo, Flox, Goldenrod, and some large unidentified pod.)

 

Sandy’s debut novel, “Deadly Trespass, A Mystery in Maine” won a national Mystery Writers of America award, was a finalist in the Women’s Fiction Writers Association “Rising Star” contest, and was a finalist for a Maine Literary Award. The second Mystery in Maine, “Deadly Turn,” was published in 2021. Her third “Deadly” is due out in 2025. Find her novels at all Shermans Books (Maine) and on Amazon. Find more info on Sandy’s website.

 

About Sandra Neily

Sandy’s novel “Deadly Trespass” received a Mystery Writers of America award, was named a national finalist in the Women’s Fiction Writers Association “Rising Star” contest, a finalist in the Mslexia international novel competition, a runner- up in Maine’s Joy of the Pen competition, and recently, an international SPR fiction finalist. Sandy lives in the woods of Maine and says she’d rather be “fly fishing cold streams, skiing remote trails, paddling near loons, or just generally out there—unless I’m sharing vanishing worlds with my readers. "
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6 Responses to Looking Down, Not Up

  1. Deborah Botts says:

    Great essay! I used to be a cocktail waitress and often got my best tips off the floor, so this is my mantra

    • Anonymous says:

      HaHaHa, Deborah. Peeerfect. My too on being a server. So liked your DOWN take for finding value. Thanks! Sandy

  2. John Clark says:

    I flashed back to “Strange Days” by the Doors while reading this. We still have flowers in abundance and I picked pole beans yesterday. That said, I enjoy the scents, sights, and sounds of fall immensely.

    • Anonymous says:

      Fore sure, John. Stange days in lots of ways but I think more comforting to think of you with beans and flowers in another part of Maine. Much better!!
      Thanks, Sandy

  3. kaitcarson says:

    How wonderful! Strange though, yesterday I noticed a newly bloomed stalk of oxeye daisies and a neighbor friend is having a lupine redux. Way up here in Wallagrass.

  4. Anonymous says:

    Hahaha, Kait. The weather-heat thing seems to be offering up surprises too. I found one of those daisies outside my front door. Am open to all forms of flowers at this point. Thanks! Sandy

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