I am saving my love for the green spikes of grass pushing up through the barren earth after autumnal rain. I don’t want to step on a single one of these fresh, fragile, vulnerable shoots, so I tip toe around them, sending love and encouraging them to grow and expand, transforming the sunburned, umber grassland into verdant green once more.
I save my love for these cherished moments, tiny pieces of magic happening right in front of me. And there are more…
The gentle mist of rain gathering in tiny droplets and falling from the roof into the plant pots below. The wind, gentle and persuasive nudging me along the path. Not the kind of wind that batters and beats me. No, this mild breeze filled with a light sprinkling of humidity tugs at my coat and ruffles my hair just enough to make me feel alive.
And when the rain is finished I save my love for the evening sun dipping behind the horizon, casting amber beams across the clouds creating a peach melba sky. The way we luxuriate in its glow, sipping our drinks and looking out across the landscape. A retreat away from the hurly-burly of life.
I save my love for the natural changing of the season. No human hand has forced the metamorphosis from summer heat to autumnal maturity. The last of late warmth into early chill, as we listen to the susurrous rustle of leaves blown from branches they can no longer clasp on to. And yet, here in the Alentejo the autumnal rain means grass and plants alike sup up the moisture, unfurl their leaves and open their faces in glorious technicolour once more. A second spring has come upon us.
Yet, in the same moment we prepare for hibernation; when bugs and bees pare down their activity and prepare to sleep out the winter. The acorns (bolotas) tumble from the cork and holm oak trees, dark and shiny waiting to be picked and proffered to pigs, sheep and other animals alike.
A time to ponder on past accomplishments and consider what is incubating, preparing to emerge from the depths of creativity. But for now I slow, I still, I listen to the silence and welcome all; for which I save my love.
Yorumlar