I attended a friend's mother's funeral this week. I had visited Mary several times over the past few months while she was in an Assisted Care facility and am very sad to lose our budding friendship. November is when I, too, lost my mother 20 years ago.
November is a month of transition in nature--when the living is juxtaposed with the dying.
The "little things" can quite escape you when your mind is occupied elsewhere. Our first sunshine this week, however, beckoned me to bundle up and go outside. Camera in hand, Gabriel and I went to capture the little things.....like fallen autumn leaves trapped amongst the colorful berries. . . .
....and a squirrel's nest perched high in the tree with the few remaining leaves looking like birds roosting. . . .
....and the old gnarled apple tree with signs of woodpecker peckings. . . .
....and this tree stripped bare of its bark looking majestic against the clouded blue sky. . . .
....and Gabriel peering over the fence, behaving himself by not trying to jump it. . . .
....and my hidden gnome holding his mushroom and discovering there are real mushrooms growing in the hole of this tree branch saved from the broken tree. . . .
.....and this colorful mushroom growing on a fallen log. . . .
Mary was a wonderful artist in music, sewing, drawing and in friendships. She will be missed greatly by her family and her many, many friends.