Seizing It

We stood in the kitchen, eating Sunday morning biscuits and working out a quick schedule of the day–as families do–figuring out

who would drive downtown to take two boys to the matinee

who would drive up the hill to help the fourteen-year-old pick out black dress pants for her band photo

if anyone had moved the wet laundry into the dryer

if the phlegm in the lungs had loosened up

how many online assignments needed grading

what kind of matte and frame would work for the newly finished embroidery

how many of us would be attending the upcoming cross-country banquet

who would be returning the on-loan tubs of Lego Robotics tubs to the middle school

what was the plan for dinner

how was the execution of that going to happen

and at what time we might all see each other again later in the day, to debrief on various adventures in the world: the play performance, the new dress pants, the clean gym clothes stashed into backpacks, the amount of mucus coughed into Kleenex, the graded assignments, the framed handiwork, the completed banquet form, the packing up of the Legos, and the smell of focaccia baking because of course Byron was making focaccia for dinner on a day when he had turned out biscuits for breakfast.

During the scheduling discussion, I piped up that, as has been my way in recent weeks, I also intended to go for a run, buoyed by sunshine, crunching through fallen leaves. At some point in the busy day, I would park the car and stop eating the carbohydrates long enough to demand my portion of autumnal bliss.

Indeed, of late, I’ve been powered by an insistent internal voice that reminds me, “Do not take these glorious days for granted. Do not sit at the computer or walk around a store when the world outside is glowing, bursting with fireworks before it ebbs into six months of darkness. Get out there; get out there; get out there.”

That’s the conundrum of fall: it’s a time of heightened glory underscored by the melancholy of fading beauty.


For me, the only way to deal with the melancholy that threatens is to savor the current colors and crunches, tucking images of them into my heart so that I can unfold them in February on a day when I want to gnaw off my forearm during a fit of winter desperation. In the darkest hours, I need to bolster my spirits with remembrance of times when the world was still awake, brighten my mood with the promise of future beauty.


Packing all these feelings into a simple declaration about going for a run, I then shifted into True Jocelyn mode and unpacked the simplicity into perhaps-unnecessary complexity. I turned to Allegra–all the poor girl really wanted was another biscuit–and said, “There’s a feeling in the fall that we’re on borrowed time, that there’s a clock ticking down, so I want to be sure I suck up all the warmth while it’s still here.”

Ever the pragmatist, she responded, “Isn’t that how all of life is? Aren’t we always on a clock that’s ticking down?”

For even more insight into this amazing fourteen-year-old’s brain, I present to you the whiteboard that lives in her room. It is the home of her to-do list, account balances, and inspirational life lovelinesses.


After taking a quick second to appreciate the girl’s point, I attempted to fine tune it. “Yes, of course all of life is basically a clock that’s ticking down. Well played, 9th Grade Philosopher. But it’s also true that sometimes we are provided with the gift of an enhanced awareness of that clock.”

Byron chimed in, as well, with some illustrative examples, but mostly, he was kneading bread dough while standing next to the apple cake he’d made the day before, so I was only able to perceive him in that moment as Master of the Carbohydrates. We can assume he said good things, though. I might have married him for his muffins, but I’ve stayed for his ability to talk smart stuff while elbow deep in flour.

When he paused to take a breath and flip the dough, I cut in, “You know, Allegra, it’s fairly common to hear from people dealing with cancer that their disease, while awful, actually has an upside in that it re-awakens them to life’s magic and makes every single day feel like the gift that it is.”

Verging on blowhard with that last bit, I felt the need to rein myself in, lest I lose her ear forever. I continued on a less didactic note: “When I was reading one of my celebrity gossip magazines a few months ago, I saw a quote from an actor named Michael Douglas–don’t worry that you’re unfamiliar with him; you’re not missing much–who has been battling throat cancer. In describing the journey he was on with illness, he said something like ‘Cancer didn’t bring me to my knees; it brought me to my feet.’”

She was listening, but she also had finished spreading jam on her biscuit, so I knew the teenager was about to bolt for the safe confines of her room and its comfortingly quiet whiteboard. I sped up.

“What Douglas means there is that having a feeling of being on a clock made him greet life with all new vim.”

Puzzled, the girl gave me a look that asked, “Vim?”

Clarifying, I added, “You know, verve.”

Tired of Mom’s constant vocabulary lessons, she slid her stool back from the counter and picked up her biscuit. I had about four seconds before she was gone.

“Like, energy and enthusiasm. He was saying that having a reminder that time is short made him bring new energy and enthusiasm to each day. That’s what I mean, too, about fall causing me feel like I need to grab all the beauty before it’s gone.”

Heading toward the staircase, the fourteen-year-old capped–and won–the conversation. “I get what you’re saying, but it still seems too dramatic. Because, Mom, all the beauty doesn’t go away when winter comes. Winter’s the most beautiful of all.”




**This last image is one of Byron’s drawings; he drew it using a digital pen on a board about the size of a mouse pad. Himself is good at more than making biscuits. I know where his daughter gets her charms, for sure.








17 responses to “Seizing It”

  1. Erin Avatar

    Lovely, just lovely. I know what you mean. Saturday I was torn between enjoying the beautiful day and needing to to into Target the Time Suck for shampoo. I compromised by parking really far away.

  2. Lil Avatar

    Damn, those pics look COLD!

    Up here in the great white north, the beauty, she is gone. Has been for a couple of weeks now… Le sigh.

  3. Shelly Avatar

    I have to admit my carb deprived self choked out an involuntary sob at biscuits AND focaccia. But what a gorgeous post. I want to be your friend and have you slip me a biscuit every now and then.

  4. kmkat Avatar

    Winter truly is a beautiful time. I pity those who live between the 40th and 20th latitude. Closer to the equator it is summer forever, closer to the poles we get the gorgeous seasons.

  5. sweffling Avatar

    That girl is a teen to be reckoned with! But I think that one’s seasonal preferences change at different stages of life. At her age I felt the same. As a young adult I loved Autumn best. Now I find Autumn just too, too poignant, and winter a little death. So Spring and early summer are now my favourites: I need optimism, promise, hope, as I get older.

  6. Joanne Avatar

    I hope Allegra gets back to us on that when she’s say, my age.

  7. alexandra Avatar

    BOOM. That last sentence, because we can see the creaking knees, the faltering eyesight, the need for more sleep, as time and being slipping away, or as ushering in days of an appreciative pace, savoring the in and out of our breaths, and the glow of the stupendous trees before they shift to an even more glorious state.

    GD GORGEOUS, friend. xo

  8. Bijoux Avatar

    Your family is much deeper than mine. I really wish I could find beauty in winter. All I notice are the dirty snow drifts.

  9. Friko Avatar

    I think her mum has just a tad to do with it too.

    Other than that, keep talking. Families should talk. I am sure you’ll never pontificate.
    And actually, cancer is not all sweetness and insight and positivity. Most of the time it’s a big fat black bastard.

  10. Maria Avatar

    I can relate to those “lists.” Ours revolve now around basketball practice and picking up laundry and how did we forget to buy dishwasher detergent at the store? And athlete’s feet. Bing has had athlete’s feet for years and Liv and I are so creeped out afraid of getting it that we practically make her scour the shower after every use.

    MY GOD, you have a multi talented husband. Hold on to that fella. Anyone who can bake and make that sort of art is a little god-like.

  11. actonbell Avatar

    “That’s the conundrum of fall: it’s a time of heightened glory underscored by the melancholy of fading beauty.”
    That’s wonderful!

    What a great family…and Allegra is right, winter is beautiful, too. That is another way of enjoying our surroundings whilst our clocks tick.

  12. Meg Avatar

    Whoa. I’ve been so busy sucking the marrow out of the bones of autumn (oh, wait, I’m vegan; that metaphor doesn’t work!) that I hadn’t given thought to the beauty that is winter. And if you don’t mind, I won’t, for at least another couple of weeks. That Allegra – she reminds me of my daughter of the same age. I love it when younger folk push back at our mawkish lesson-giving to give us a real one, ’cause they already had ours figured out. Remind me again who is parenting whom?

  13. Stephanie Faris Avatar

    So beautifully written. It always bugs me in the fall that I can’t spend more time outside, enjoying the pretty colors and perfect weather. It feels SO good to be outside this time of year!

  14. Secret Agent Woman Avatar

    While I can appreciate the artistic beauty of winter, and even photograph it myself, I cannot see it as the most beautiful season. I’ll grant you that it is the fourth most beautiful season. That’s the best I can do.

  15. Kate Avatar

    This was a beautiful post. Hope you took teh run. I cycled home from work today for exactly the same reason.

  16. A Cuban In London Avatar

    I loved this post. I have always enjoyed running in autumn. There’s a certain romanticism about it. Wading through the fallen leaves. beautiful. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

  17. Green Girl in Wisconsin Avatar
    Green Girl in Wisconsin

    Which is why I have over 70 blogs posts in my reader. Summer’s date hath all too short a lease…and so does fall’s and winter’s and spring’s and marrow has GOT to get sucked, goldurnit.

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