changes
It was another day, another doc visit and all along the route of my passage the leaves are still changing – some to a more beautiful color and some are just falling to the ground. On an errand yesterday, I saw one of the most eye-arresting hickory trees that I had seen in a long time. It was very large with a good shape and the color was almost totally uniform – a golden yellow that will decorate the halls of my memories for some time to come.
My favorite tree of fall – just up the road from us – has now dropped most of its leaves with only a fringe of leaves around the bottom. These remainders are still my favorite color of red and a feast for the eyes. Along the route to the interstate and along I-20, I could see many pear trees changing to varying shades of red with some still about half green. One of these was in a cemetery and it might be considered a bit ironic or slightly poignant but it brought to mind that we could have beauty even in the neighborhood of the dead.
The only thing wrong with the colors of fall is that they change so quickly – and besides that they don’t last long enough. The construction area on the interstate that I mentioned in another missive, in which most all vehicles were ignoring the posted limit, was different this morning. This because the blue lights were out in full force correcting certain wrongful perceptions about the speed limit. One speeder was already on the side and two more were pulled as I passed on the other side. In all there were six members of the local constabulary working that side of the road. Speaking of color – that would be another shade of red altogether.
This section of highway has been under construction for quite a while, with many changes still to come. It is being widened, exits are being added and one whole interchange is being redone/rerouted. This latter process is taking so much space that several businesses have been and are being closed and the land used for the final interchange.
Along the interstate on the route home I noticed several other areas of construction. One was for a large shopping area that has been underway for quite a while – the progress of which my Spice is following with great interest. Several others all seem to be condos, some on the Carolina side of the Savannah River and some on the Georgia. It just puzzles me as to where folks get that much money to invest in one of those things.
Much closer to home, the clearing of some land is progressing to finish up the perimeter route around Augusta. This is the last section not completed of I-520 that starts over in Georgia and will end connected back to I-20 on the South Carolina side. A couple of residences and a large iron-beamed metal building are in the process of being de-constructed. The main construction is due to start in the spring. I’m still not sure exactly where it will join I-20, but it is for sure that changes are on the way.
The only thing that doesn’t seem to change is the fact that change is constant. If one moved away from this area for several years, they probably wouldn’t recognize it when they came back because of all the changes. I’m so glad that there is something in my life that doesn’t change – God’s love for us and His willingness to forgive our wrongdoing if we will ask – for this I am thankful. ec
My favorite tree of fall – just up the road from us – has now dropped most of its leaves with only a fringe of leaves around the bottom. These remainders are still my favorite color of red and a feast for the eyes. Along the route to the interstate and along I-20, I could see many pear trees changing to varying shades of red with some still about half green. One of these was in a cemetery and it might be considered a bit ironic or slightly poignant but it brought to mind that we could have beauty even in the neighborhood of the dead.
The only thing wrong with the colors of fall is that they change so quickly – and besides that they don’t last long enough. The construction area on the interstate that I mentioned in another missive, in which most all vehicles were ignoring the posted limit, was different this morning. This because the blue lights were out in full force correcting certain wrongful perceptions about the speed limit. One speeder was already on the side and two more were pulled as I passed on the other side. In all there were six members of the local constabulary working that side of the road. Speaking of color – that would be another shade of red altogether.
This section of highway has been under construction for quite a while, with many changes still to come. It is being widened, exits are being added and one whole interchange is being redone/rerouted. This latter process is taking so much space that several businesses have been and are being closed and the land used for the final interchange.
Along the interstate on the route home I noticed several other areas of construction. One was for a large shopping area that has been underway for quite a while – the progress of which my Spice is following with great interest. Several others all seem to be condos, some on the Carolina side of the Savannah River and some on the Georgia. It just puzzles me as to where folks get that much money to invest in one of those things.
Much closer to home, the clearing of some land is progressing to finish up the perimeter route around Augusta. This is the last section not completed of I-520 that starts over in Georgia and will end connected back to I-20 on the South Carolina side. A couple of residences and a large iron-beamed metal building are in the process of being de-constructed. The main construction is due to start in the spring. I’m still not sure exactly where it will join I-20, but it is for sure that changes are on the way.
The only thing that doesn’t seem to change is the fact that change is constant. If one moved away from this area for several years, they probably wouldn’t recognize it when they came back because of all the changes. I’m so glad that there is something in my life that doesn’t change – God’s love for us and His willingness to forgive our wrongdoing if we will ask – for this I am thankful. ec
posted by mreddie | 9:22 PM
7 Comments:
I certainly agree: change is constant. It amazes me that so many folks believe that things never change.
I think we traveled I-20 when we went to Columbia a decade and a half ago. It was a nice drive, all the way.
I've been enjoying our autumn colors and dreading the winter months and bare branches to follow.
I miss the change of colors. Ours do but it's not the same as the Adirondack foothills/Mohawk Valley where I was raised.
Thanks for the comment. Bess was a true heroine, wasn't she.
Hi Mr Eddie ~ Glad you are enjoying the Fall leaves and their wonderful colors. Hope you got a good report at
the doctors. I remember those old phones with the round dials and I think we have got lazy with the Memory function on the new phones. I guess it saves us time for other things. Thanks for your comments. Take care, Merle.
SSN - So true, things are always changing - many not always for the best, eespecially in the government.
brenda - I-20 is the main route from the west to Columbia - through Atlanta and Augusta. I-26 also intersects there and I-77 starts its northward journey in Columbia as well.
granny - Our colors are good in places, not like the mountains, but still pretty good.
merle - We still have two or three of the old round dial phones around the house - still work fine, just more work to dial. ec
I've researched on the map where Clearwater is, and was surprised to see it considerably inland and near the border with Georgia. All this time I thought your location was near the ocean. I'm surprised, as far south as you are, that you get the deep reds and golds in autumn. Even here, sometimes, it doesn't get cold enough to really turn the colors. Sometimes, the leaves just dry out and drop, without the deep color. Today, on my walk, the wind was blowing so fiercely that tree limbs were crashing, and now most of the leaves are down.
bonita - We are not far at all from Georgia - about 5 miles from Augusta which is right on the border. It does get quite nippy here in winter but we seldom ever get snow. Most of the oak leaves do just turn brown and fall off, but we do have enough color on the others to be able to appreciate the beauty. ec
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