Friday, December 21, 2012

M L Gammella Week 26: Celebration

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Title: Celebration

Fall was her favorite time of year. There was just something about it. The weather started to change, the leaves began to color. There was a crispness to the air that summer never had.

Sure, spring and summer were awash in a glory of colors, from pale and delicate daisies to vibrant and bold roses, but it was nothing in comparison to the richness of fall. The reds, golds, browns, and purples

All her friends thought she was crazy. They loved to be as unencumbered by clothes as much possible and lived for the heat and sun of summer where the uniform was tiny shorts and itty bitty tank tops. Those things didn’t matter to her. She didn’t care for the heat and she burned easily.

Kate didn’t mind spring or summer totally, she did enjoy watching the plants grow and picking fresh fruit and vegetables. It was awe-inspiring actually, to plant a tiny little speck, nothing more than what looks like a bit of rock, in the ground and watch what happens in the days following. A delicate, pale shoot reaching for the sun and sky, declaring that it lived and would thrive.

Still, Kate preferred the fall, after all the plants had grown and produced all that they could.

When her friends groaned at that first gust of crisp, fall air, Kate cheered and eagerly ran for her soft fleece jacket or her warm wool coat. While her friends huffed and fussed in their homes, too chilled in their summer clothes to venture out, Kate happily strolled through the trees, gathering handfuls of fallen leaves and tossing them in the air like confetti.

It was like nature was celebrating the completion of another season, another plentiful harvest. So why shouldn’t she celebrate too?

All too soon, the leaves will be gone and the world will be purified by a blanket of snow. The bitter cold of the dead of winter was a little much for Kate, but she knew that it was necessary. Even nature needed a moment of rest, and after the last of the snow melted, it would all start again.

And Kate would be waiting for those leaves to fall, to celebrate again, another year of life.


M L Gammella lives in Ohio with her husband and their three pets. She is currently working on her first novel, a paranormal suspense based in Maine. Please follow her at @MLGammella and visit her website at Onward to the Written Word.


1 comment:

  1. Lovely... as a fellow-fall-fan this hits home with me. Very nice.