“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

11.17.2013

if you type it, they will come: a small november fairy tale


i almost want to let the leaves lie, the ones that have blown in through the open door on november breezes, the ones that erase the line between inside and out.  the stories of my childhood seem to live in those erased lines, all my favorite characters neither here nor there.  i lived in the pages of books, in balloons and boxcars and thatched roof houses, my imaginary gardens a mess of flowers and food, my snowfalls lit by moonlight and stars, my yard just a part of the forest, leaves and cats and birds on wing calling my home theirs.  i never questioned where the teacups came from.

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real life sunday, and it is warm - barefoot warm, in the 80s, bright sunshine, no sleeves.  the heater is off, windows and doors open, the real life cat in and out and in again, asleep on the couch. hallmark christmas movies come and go on the television and piles of laundry await their turns to come clean. across the street, byron was up early, raking his leaves, no noisy blower disturbing the day.  here, in the house where i live, we have swept the sidewalks clean, and stairs and porches, but everywhere else belongs to the leaves.  there is no sense in trying to control them, to box them in - the yard is too big and we are anyhow cleaning inside.  we talk of moving my mother's picnic table to the yard for thanksgiving, a white tablecloth tossed across it, or maybe christmas day.  on a day like today, it seems quite perfect and possible.

and.
as i type those words, a sparrow flies into the house and awakens the cat.
i am in love with this day.

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11 comments:

  1. and I am in love with your words. As ever.

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  2. i am in love with your day, too, sugar. i want pictures of that picnic table with the white cloth draped over it. you hear me?

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  3. we never rake or blow leaves. we wait for the big drop then my husband rides over them with the mower. our property is too large and we like to look at the colors :)

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  4. I always save your posts to savor with my morning coffee - somehow they make my day better :))

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  5. And you made me love your day as well... I so love that you leave windows and doors open to the birds and the leaves and the magic. And your words, their very own brand of magic.

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  6. Did you know that I come by and visit and visit and visit, but it takes me several tries to say anything. My words never live up to yours.

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  7. Hello!
    How are you travelling? Can you believe we're on the cusp of December?
    I thought you might like to know that I am hosting Reverb again this year. It'd be a privilege to have you join us.
    Everything you need to know can be found at: http://www.katmcnally.com/p/reverb13.html
    We kick off on Sunday and it is going to be AMAZING. Hope to see you there!
    Kat xxx

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  8. "I live in the pages of books." Yes, me too.

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  9. If only the leaves could write as well as you!
    jfrancis

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