It's been a quiet week on Lake Laidoffegon, my current hometown, out on the edge of the borough. Autumn is flaunting its full regalia among the park's red oaks and tulip trees, providing a variegated canopy for the dormant herbs and wildflowers. We've long said goodbye to the the downy yellow violets, the bloodroot, and the Dutchman’s breeches, and the last black-capped chickadees, the great blue herons, and the belted kingfishers are all busying themselves for the last push to a warmer elsewhere.*
* Actually, I have no knowledge of any of those species. I am a city person, and about the only animals I could pick out of a lineup have sprays designed to kill them. I cribbed most of those names from the NYC Parks Department website. Blogging With Integrity!
Mostly, I've been keeping busy with the day-to-day, beating the bushes for writing assignments. I stumbled upon a trove of my old banners and installed one of my favorites above. I also found some time to tinker with the blog's layout by demarcating the Content on the left and the Filler on the right. A ripe political metaphor just in time for Election Day.
This morning I was attending to the aforementioned day-to-day when I caught myself day-to-daydreaming about autumn and the natural cycle of being. Why are we here? Is there a plan? Or is this just a finite stream of random events until some crucial organ wears out?