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I was 17 and on a family Sunday afternoon drive. Remember those?
Daddy insisted on taking photographs of all his four daughters. I bet my three younger sisters have a copy somewhere of photos taken of them that afternoon.
I freeze when a camera is pointed at me and the french twist I had for Sunday morning church did nothing for me in a front view. I never thought I would share this picture of me online but this November the shot of the young woman has become a little dearer to me because I remember her more fondly than I used to.
Hal Borland says that "November is the aging year, a woman whose Springtime children have grown and gone their way..."
November is my favorite month of the year but Borland's words made me a little sad until I read on:
"...but whose hair is often spangled, whose gray eyes are often alight, and whose dress of grays and firelight-gay, a glittering night, a crisp blue day, a whispering wind and a handful of determined fence row asters."
2024 is aging but once was young and so was I.
I'll wait and see what the rest of November has for me and mine and give a heart full of thanks to be here for each day.
I wish you a blessed November.
I'm glad you're remembering her more fondly than you used to, Dewena. She was beautiful even if the viewer couldn't see her French twist. :) You've shared some thoughtful things about the season of "November" in life. I'm also glad for your presence here in blogland. You are a blessing to me. Thank you. Blessings for grace and joy in the days ahead.
ReplyDeleteHappy November, my friend! You write beautifully, your words are poetry. I can't believe how quickly this year has rushed by. It's fun to peek back at old photos...all those memories!! Enjoy the weekend!!
ReplyDeleteWe didn't necessarily do Sunday afternoon drives but sometimes after church, my dad would take us to this big park area where they had an enclosure for elk. It was so cool to see them. Other times, we would park on the side of a road by O'Hare airport and watch the planes take off and land.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it bittersweet to see a photo of yourself as a teenager? I feel so many emotions when I see those photos of myself at age 16-17.
We had a beautiful October here, but November starts my Seasonal Affective Disorder, especially with the time change.
xoxo
The good old days, our youth - also our entire lives. Now we enjoy what we have created and surround ourselves with the beautiful things in life.
ReplyDeleteIt's good to be able to give something away every day - even if it's a smile - and to do something good for yourself.
I greet you warmly
A lovely photo, Dewena, taken by your father who loved his girls. I like the way your head is tilted, and your pretty smile. It's good to be kind to ourselves, both the selves we were then and the ones we are now.
ReplyDeleteI love Hal Borland's words and will be copying them into my commonplace book. There is beauty through the year, and throughout the seasons of life. Thank you for showing us that. I always love your posts.
Dewena, even if the photo was taken WITH the French twist in full view, I am sure that your sweet, pretty smile would still have stolen the show!
ReplyDeleteYes, 2024 is 'aging', as we all are. Soon, on its last night, we will count down the final seconds of its 365 days of 'life', some of us, with sadness, others with joy, that it's forever gone. From one second to the next, literally - it's a new year! How strange and fleeting it all is!
In the meantime, I, too, wish you a blessed November.
Oh, I just love those old treasured photos, Dewena. And this is one for sure. I wish I could see your French twist hairstyle from the back. It looks like it may be Autumn from the foliage. November is a gentle month for me, and I hope you have pleasant November days, Dewena.
ReplyDelete~Sheri