Quote de jour

"Nothing endures but change."
                                ~Heraclitus


I live in a quirky, circa 1850 farmhouse with original windows. The front of the house faces the street, but the front entrance is in the back. What's also wierd is the location of the bathrooms. At some point indoor plumbing was installed a second floor bedroom. It is the largest and my favorite because it has a claw-foot tub large enough to do laps in. The master ensuite bath on the other hand, is a tiny, tacked on affair built sometime in the 1950's. Despite it's claim to fame as a location for a Coast soap commercial in the sixties, I prefer using the larger bathroom. Some of my guests may not agree. They sometimes feel exposed because of the three windows that sink almost to the floor. There are blinds but I never use them. In the summer, there is ample foliage and in the winter, who cares? The closest neighbor would need a telescope to see any naughty bits. Note to self: buy new blinds.

The windows provide a sweeping view from the toilet or as I like to call it, "the view from the throne." I sit there longer than necessary, noting the daily changes throughout the seasons. Every single day is a different view. The barometer of change is the sugar maple tree that's probably as old as the house. It's what I study with impatience in the dead of winter, searching the tight buds for signs of spring. It's what I marvel all summer long, as the tender, pale green leaves turn into their dark green glory. After almost seven years of sitting and observing, it finally occurred to me to photograph the changes a few weeks ago. This will be the first of a series.

It's been pissing rain all day. The last stubborn maple leaf fell yesterday. The bare branches declare their freedom from foliage. Like it or not, nature's quick change artist has struck again.
And while we're at it, wasn't it just Halloween, a breath ago? Yes, change is the only constant.and it's only painful when we resist. What changes are you resisting?