Escape of Notions

Holly Hobbie was the cutest, most wholesome doll. This was another lunch box I had. I love the falling leaves, the colors of Autumn, and whimsy of little girls.

I never had a little girl. What fun it must be playing with dolls, yet being all grown up. Stretching the imagination along with a little daughter seems like a treasure lost. Sara would have been my daughters name. I did get to enjoy Tabitha, my niece, who was killed post-tornado due to a tree falling on her while she slept. We did the Kaboodle thing every morning. I even bought her a kiddyboodle full of kiddy makeup. And she loved her Mister Potato Head earrings. We painted fingernails, and toe nails. It was a joy.

My sister is having a girl, but I won't get to enjoy her. Possibly, some child of mine, which I doubt, may eventually get married, and have a daughter. Otherwise, I'll just have to babysit the nursery at church, I guess.

Autumn is such a festive time. Although I detest Halloween and everything it stands for, I do love Harvest time. The moon was full this morning, and popping huge just over the horizon at 6:00 am. The smells are different; the nip in the air is fresh. Golds, rustic reds, olive greens, cocoa browns, what a beautiful combination of color.

Here is my short poem: Ode to Autumn

I feel Autumn in the air.
Take a moment, stop and stare.
All the leaves upon the trees,
are now swept up by a brisk, cool breeze.

Doesn't nature ever stop?
Must the leaves change their frock
from lovely green, to red and gold?
What a sight to behold!

It's all in the Artist hand.
Sit back, relax, see Autumn again.