Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
Looking out her kitchen window, Gretchen smiled. The sky was a lovely shade of blue, and the sun was shining down on the falling leaves in their deep shades of red and gold. Turning the water off, she began washing the breakfast dishes. This was such a peaceful time of day – the kids were off to school, Robert was off to work, and she had time to straighten things up a little before she left for her job.
It had been a good thing to go from full time to part time – to go from head of the department to consultant. She was very lucky in that the company valued her work, and that the consulting position that they created for her gave her autonomy to do whatever she felt was needed.
How life was changing. Her parents needed her more, and her children needed her less. She had been graced with a very full life, with many interesting nooks and crannies to investigate. Now it was time for her to slow down, to pay attention to whatever interested her. The kids would be through college soon, and off on their own. Robert had made the choice to start his own consulting business, which was going phenomenally well. He was keeping it a one man operation – he could accept as much, or as little, work as he wanted. This was his form of retirement – like her, he was not one to sit around.
This was their autumn – made up of all the bits and pieces of their life, rearranged to form a new picture. A very sly picture – one that would morph with them as their wants and needs morphed. Gretchen smiled. Her thoughts reminded her of the promo’s for the old soap opera that her mother used to watch – “Days of Our Lives”. She was in the autumn of her life – and her days were filled with color and movement, with zest, love and joy. Who could ask for more!
© October 2010 Bonnie Cehovet