It rains when Change comes to town

It's a quiet Sunday morning and the sun is even gleaming through my front window. We have had one of the worst summer's ever here as the ground never fully dried out from the rain. The only bit of a break we got, we were under siege from smoke billowing from the British Columbia forest fires. We couldn't win. My back yard is like a great big mud puddle. I know we needed the water, but for the past three weeks, we never got three days in a row it feels like, without one of them being wet. I only watered my garden twice this year as mother nature did the rest.

But now the leaves are changing. Soon our little town will be an Autumn spectacle of golds, reds and even a smack of purple as the green retreats. The air will be that little bit crisper and the nights grow longer. Its seems this year, we are not the only ones with leaves falling, as usually our trees are bare by the end of September. When I look down the street, I see the colours starting in other yards. Change is all about.


Its hard, when I look down the street and I know that Artist is no longer five house down but twenty minutes and several stop lights away. It feels empty on that side of the street. Soon my other neighbours will be leaving, one this November and another this spring. I realized as Artist was moving that I am not good with changes as much as I would like to be.

I do not greet it with a sense of adventure, its more like a streaming of tears with the urge to run away and avoid it. The problem with that, is when the change hits, I'm fighting it twice as hard and losing all the way down. I have always spouted that without change we cannot grow...well...I wish to remain stunted until the last possible minute so the growth spurt is painful. I do not accept it gracefully, its usually with a runny nose and red puffy eyes. I have since a child hated changes as they meant for me, my whole world was rocked. (We know why now) And that was even if the change was for the better.

Hubby just got up and we checked the weather as he wants to go fishing. Yup, more rain. For the next two weeks we have three days without it. I'm going to go look for my umbrella now... after I finish my coffee