Garden Portrait: An October Observation

Neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow keeps me from tromping around my garden. The other morning before the snow swept in to lay a winter white blanket, I ventured out. The last few aspen leaves sounded a weary applause as the geese flew low in V-formation. Amidst the clamor and honking, I’m imagined I heard one say “good morning Laurie”, a greeting from my Dad, who loved his geese all the years I can remember.  I crunched over ice glazed grass.  Spread before me, lay a palate of soft browns and muted greens turned to frozen jewels. Here and there a tiny burst of ruby red, fiery orange and golden topaz. Fall wept for summer past. A frozen tear stilled by winter anxious to take stage. A portrait painted, fleetingly captured and set under icy glass.