Share Your World —Autumn 2019

Share Your WorldI’m still hosting my guests from out of town, but I’m going to squeeze in a few minutes to post my answers to the latest edition of Share Your World from Melanie at Sparks From a Combustible Mind.

Why do we have such trouble telling our loved ones that we love them? Do you have that kind of communication issue with your loved ones?

As the old song goes, “you always hurt the one you love, the one you shouldn’t hurt at all.” I don’t know if this answers the question, but some say that familiarity breeds contempt. It also seems that the more time you spend with someone, the more you tend to take them for granted. I have to make an effort to make sure I tell my wife how much she means to me.

Decorations for holidays? Spirit lifters or pain in the butt? Or a mix?  

Pain in the butt. I’m not big into holiday decorations since my kids grew up and moved out.

Do you donate to charities? Of your time, do you feel money is the only true gift, or other?

I give to a few charities, but only in modest amounts, since I’m retired and have no regular income other than my Social Security and 401(k). As to volunteering my own time? Fuhgeddaboudit!

Are you too superstitious or have you ever played with a Ouija Board?

I am not at all superstitious. I played with a Ouija Board once in a fascinating game of strip Ouija.4B280B4F-7CDA-4282-AE11-21E203B71585


HARVEST GRATITUDE:

This week please share a photo or image of what ‘harvest’ and “Autumn” mean to you!

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Autumn scene from AsheDesign.com.

#writephoto — I Miss This

4E6FE625-ED1F-4609-9D28-2C75214C5B47I don’t miss the hot, muggy, oppressive summers, the frequent and sometimes severe thunderstorms, the mosquitoes and ticks. I don’t miss the dismal, gray, bone-chillingly cold, snowy, icy winters. I don’t miss paying the outrageous winter heating bills and summer air conditioning bills.

But, since moving from New England to San Francisco a decade ago, I do miss one thing. I do miss the colors of autumn.

The temperatures in San Francisco are generally temperate throughout the year. With relatively rare exceptions, the city is blessed with mild winters and cool summers. The only real weather changes are the rains in winter (it’s dry for months at a time in summer), and a slight warm-up in September and October.

Hence, few trees in the city in which I now live shed their leaves in the fall. And for those few trees that do, their leaves go from green to brown to the ground. No reds. No oranges. No yellows. Just green to brown to gone.

In order to see any colorful fall foliage around the Bay Area, you need to travel outside of the city. But even then, it just doesn’t match the symphony of colors you can experience in the northeast United States.

And I miss that.

But the good news is that there are no leaves to rake.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

SoCS — Leave It Be

75A32B1F-B038-4878-960F-A6F2E9F6479AIt was autumn, the season when the leaves leave the trees, when you told me that you were going to leave me.

I’ll never forget it. It was a late afternoon on a cool, crisp fall day. You said that you wanted to take a walk in the park and that we needed to talk. Then you confessed that you no longer loved me. You said that you were leaving me.

I was in a state of shock. I didn’t understand. I thought everything was fine between us. But you said that that was the problem. You said that I didn’t really see you, see us. You told me that you’d found someone else who did see you. You said that you were leaving me for him.

And then you left. You left me standing alone. I sat down on a park bench and watched the leaves falling from the trees, floating to the ground and swirling around, carried by the autumn breezes that had suddenly grown much colder.

That was two years ago. It’s autumn, again. I am sitting on that same bench in that same park, watching as the leaves are once again leaving the trees.

My cellphone rings. It’s you. You tell me that you’re leaving your new man. You tell me that it isn’t working out with him. You say that he doesn’t really see you. You tell me that you miss me, miss us.

I tell you that I’ve moved on and that you should too. I say that we need to leave well enough alone; that we need to leave it be. And then I say goodbye.


Written for this today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. Our task is to use the word “leaves.” Photo credit: VectorStock.com.

Lisa’s Eleven Questions

Lisa, at All About Life, was nominated for the coveted Sunshine Blogger Award. As a part of that process, she posed 11 interesting questions and offered them up to anyone who would like to answer them. Since I qualify as an anyone, I have chosen to pose my answers to her questions.

Ready or not…

  1. Socks? Love them or hate them? I just don’t feel passionate enough about socks to claim to either love or hate them. That said, except when I’m in bed, I pretty much always wear socks. Nike Dri-Fit crew socks, to be specific.DDA61E2E-3E7A-4ED8-B238-F15E85B62357

  2. Is there a God? Does it really matter to anyone else whether or not I believe that there is a god? No it does not. If you want to believe that there is a god, that’s your prerogative. If I want to believe that there is not a god, that is my prerogative. You know. Whatever floats your boat.

  3. Is a pizza a pizza without cheese? No, it’s flatbread.

  4. What’s your favorite book and why? Whew, that’s a tough one. I’m going to have to go with “Watership Down.” Why? Because I was reading it when I met my wife many years ago and we talked about that book virtually the entire night on our first date.EB89AFDE-2962-4482-9583-9F28056D82E3

  5. Do aliens exist or are we floating around in space all alone? I find it hard to believe that, in all of the vastness of the universe, human beings on the planet Earth are the only intelligent life forms. And yes, before you say it, I am more inclined to believe that alien life forms exist than I am to believe that a god exists.EA87F2ED-59F0-4B5F-B9AF-FD699C2B5A72.png

  6. Do you still have the teddy you slept with as a child? I hate to burst anyone’s bubble, but I never slept with a teddy bear as a child, which probably explains a lot about me as an adult. Hmm.

  7. Brussel sprouts? Yes or no? Oh God, no!

  8. Christmas? Do you love it or hate it? I feel about Christmas the same way I feel about socks. That said, I think that playing Christmas music before December 1st should be outlawed.

  9. What’s sexier – a beaming smile or thigh high boots? As someone who has never owned or worn thigh-high boots, I vote for a beaming smile. Beam me up, Scotty!A9537713-E066-4210-AC6E-E0A310EDF496

  10. If you were stuck with one view for the rest of your life, what would it be? If I were stuck with looking at the same view day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, and decade after decade, I’d say it would have to be this:239380AE-2956-4272-8A21-FDB112006E85

  11. Which do you prefer? Spring or Autumn? Autumn.

Anyone else care to take on these questions?

Ithaca is Gorges

The picture above is of the Genesee River Gorge as seen from the Finger Lakes hiking trail. The image below is Taughannock Falls, also seen from that same trail.

Summertime in Ithaca, which is located in upstate New York, is beautiful. The Ithaca area has more than 150 gorges and waterfalls and miles of hiking trails. It’s also home to Cornell University and Ithaca College.

The breathtaking landscape of the Finger Lakes region was sculpted by continually advancing and retreating glaciers over the past several million years, which may be a shock to those who believe that the planet is only about 6,000 or so years old. But it’s true.

The autumn in and around Ithaca is spectacular, a result of nature’s annual show of colors as the leaves turn from green to the reds, oranges, and golds of the fall season, as can be seen from the image of Ithaca Falls below.

One word of advice, though. Winters in Ithaca are only for the hardiest among you.


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “gorge.”