Matcha Tea that Tastes Like Grass

MId-October and the leaves fall as gently as snow in January as I take my morning walk.  They rest in the bushes of flowers that still bloom and show their colors, on the road and lawn ready to hibernate.  Hydrangea flowers once pure white have turned a deep mauve as hey age and wonder when the right time is to fall or be taken by the wind.  Dahlias carry on in the color of ruby red lipstick I put on for date night.  I've been thinking a lot about transitions from new to old. Life and death.  How I don't hear much from my teen-aged granddaughters any more but that is the way is should be.  They are off with friends, jobs, the chaos of high school, step families and hormones.  My recent posterior vitreous detachment has made me review how I am aging no matter the amount of effort I put into drinking matcha tea with almond milk every day even though it tastes like grass.  No matter the effort I put into working out until I can barely breath and then needing to go to PT to wonder why my shoulders ache, I am getting older.  Undeniable and true.  I went to my ceramics class yesterday after having missed several classes.  The wonderful and warm women all welcomed me like a loved one who was adrift and now on shore.  They asked me what had kept me away.  Car problems, tenant problems, husband problems, eyeball problems.  "We own a house that was in the eye of the hurricane," I told them as they tipped their heads and smiled in that way that shows concern and care, knowing and support. And then I told one of my clay friends as she was busy trimming a tiny bowl on the wheel about my vitreous humor, left eye drama.  "Oh, yep.  I, too, had the same thing.  Flashes of light and a cobweb of floaters. I was told there was nothing I could have done to prevent it and nothing to do now. Freaked me out."  We smiled at one another and shared how this aging thing just keeps moving forward. Normal things like vitreous humor detachment in both eyes which we either notice or not as we tack on the years.  Which compelled me to once again get out into the yard for my morning time with coffee, camera and dog.  Enjoying this moment in my life.  No worrying about my catfishing sister, the nuclear war that might be, the COVID that still claims lives.  Breathing in the fresh fall air reminds me.  I don't lose track of how my own life is easing into the last chapter but I don't allowing it to consume the time I do have to walk the earth and embrace my life.  Morning time with just me and my beloved dog.  My life here and now.