The Gather
Geese are heading south. The tender garden annuals have taken a hit. The leaves have changed into their final act…the burnished oranges, yellows and rich browns of the oaks, known to hold their leaves the longest.
Summer’s gone along with those 80 degree days. But I’m grateful for the oaks last hurrah!
Once the other hardwoods have given up the ghost of their summer grandeur, the kaleidoscope shifts to those mighty oaks that often grow in close proximity to the water at the coast in Maine.
The Autumn light, bright blue sky, blue waters and fanfare of remaining color all conspire with the puffy, white clouds to create a quintessential moment in time. It’s late Fall in Maine. A moment that stretches from the energy of summer and spans the gap to the solitude and thoughtfulness of winter. A time to gather, assess, reflect. Whether you’re a squirrel collecting acorns, a fellow chopping and stacking wood, out at work harvesting winter squash in the garden ,curating your reading list, or even inviting your friends in to dinner, that’s what we are essentially doing.
The Gather. A way to share… elevate… prepare.
It speaks to simple abundance and a quieter time to celebrate both the source and those we share it with.
Happy Thanksgiving,
Laura Cabot
