We live in a small neighborhood, there are two roads in this subdivision and there are 37 houses here. So, when I walk the dog we walk the entire neighborhood.
This morning as I walked onto the porch I could hear the wind. I love days like this. The neighborhood has tall pine trees, oak trees and some sycamore trees. Each house is surrounded by trees, especially ours, which has a buffer of trees in our backyard. Beyond the buffer is a large reservoir.
I love hearing the sound of the wind. It rustles the branches and the trees sway in choreographed motion. The sky is gray and we are having rain off and on. It is a delightful day.
Some small branches were strewn across yards, wind chimes were not melodically chiming, they were being slammed against porch posts. The remnants of leaves were flying around as if the trees were trying to shed the last of this past year’s foliage.
I enjoyed my walk this morning. I watched as the trees bent and birds flew on the air currents. What truly came to mind, is this, the wind is blowing the rest of the year away.
That thought has kept coming to mind. To get rid of the old year. It is tired and has had its day. It was filled with good things, but it is almost empty. So, as I listen to the wind outside, I sit here thinking of what I will do with the remaining days of 2013. How will I end it? What else is in store for me in the waning hours?
Anticipation begins to fill my heart. A new year coming. A new season of buds and blossoms and leaves. Pretty exciting, huh? I think so. Thanks for stopping by. DAF