I had been going to write about deep point of view today. Until I went outside. On a perfect fall day, all cerebral activity vanished and I had only emotion.
The bounty of this earth stirred my soul to gratitude and wonder. Look at this little apple tree, laden with fruit. And these, boxes and boxes of apples from the Golden Delicious. We haven’t even touched the Northern Spy or the Ida Red.
My heart overflows. I must share–both the fruit and the feeling.
Not content with apples, I look about and see the fuchsia glowing in the sunlight.
Dahlias burn red like fire and shine white like ice.
The last roses of summer perfume the air.
Fall, the season of harvest, overwhelms with its abundance, its extravagant grace.
Over the past week, we’ve heard a lot about climate change and the fragility of our planet. It is a cosmic topic, perhaps requiring an astronaut’s view to comprehend. But I can see the bounty of my orchard, the beauty of my garden, and tremble for them.
Guess I did write about deep point of view after all. Mine. No skimming the surface here with words like “she worried,” or “he felt.” This page holds emotion with a capital E. That’s what a romance reader wants in our books.