Wednesday, August 29, 2007

New Seasons

We are nearing the end of the summer season. The trees are already beginning to turn and the rabbits have gone into an overdrive eating frenzy in the yard.

The firewood is in and needs to be stacked.

We are harvesting from our eentsy garden. I didn't know onions could taste so good.

Within weeks, the sun will set on cooler nights, and yet another summer will be gone. Another sun is setting in my life. After fighting cancer for six years, my brother, my only sibling, was moved to hospice yesterday. I'm trying to come to terms with my feelings.

Ian and I have a large and wonderful family, and they will, in fact, be converging on our house for the three day weekend. Ian has planned for this all year, and I might add, will also cook for it. He expects to feed 80 on Sunday. I can't think of better timing, to have family present in this time of loss.

I am the elder statesman (woman?) in my family now, a role I have never given any thought to. It is a new season in my life. We leave after The Gathering for Oregon where we have reservations for our favorite campground, and then from there go to be with my sister-in-law in Washington. For this reason, my blog will be quiet - for a season.


Valerie said...

Sending some compassionate cyber hugs for comfort in dealing with your brother's illness.

Barbara C. said...

I see an early winter....I saw a "flock" of robins the other day.
That always means they know something we don't!!!
Barbara C.

Sara said...

So sorry. Take care.

margene said...

To everything there is a season. That rings so true the older we grow.

Hannah said...

I am so sorry to hear about your brother, Sharon. It is always a hard thing to deal with an illness that ends in death. "There is a time and season for everything...", eh? My sympathy for your family also. I hope that having so much other family around this weekend might be a balm to your grief.

Marie said...

I am so sorry.

Tina T-P said...

So sorry about your brother - I hope that your family gathering goes well and your trip up our way goes safely. T.

Birdsong said...

I will be thinking of you... knew you were off to Oregon, but not that it was on such a somber note.