Fall is at the doorstep and subtle changes are evident for those who care to look at such things. The seedpods are forming on the Milkweeds, while some of the Goldenrod species are already beginning to brown out. The apple crop, in both cultivated and wild orchards has prospered this year, after being a complete bust last year. I will have one more day of perhaps 15 gallons worth to transport to the feedpile and then they will be all down on the one ancient tree in the backyard.
Back to Marshfield Clinic in Minocqua, WI tomorrow for the next Oncology exam, including CT scan with contrast, a shitload of labs, and end of the day meeting with the Doc. After what I have seen Tom go through in the last month, my anxiety level about this appointment has elevated above my normal calm and required some work to not fuse with those thoughts.
Regardless of outcome, this is the best time of the year in the U.P. and soon enough the "leaf peepers" will travel from hither and yon to appreciate our brilliant foilage. When I hit the Keweenaw in the Fall, I have seen a greater number of international visitors, most notably Chinese and Japanese, than I can remember. Part of me is glad our little secret here can be taken back to countries that don't have this opportunity for their citizens.
“to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.”
― Ellen Bass