Forlorn

FORLORN: sad and lonely because of isolation or desertion

I was looking out the kitchen window this morning and my eyes kept being drawn to the chairs that have sat sedately under our big maple tree this summer. They now look forlorn; the flowers and shrubs that stood nearby have been frostbitten, the tree has lost most of it's golden leaves and the sky is gray. All the other patio and yard furniture has been stored away for the winter and maybe these old guys should take cover also.

It's nice to know that eventually the flowers will return, the skies will be blue and there will be leaves on the trees and people ready to sit in the shade and enjoy the beautiful surroundings.

Here's a better entry written by Mindy:

It has really started to look like fall around here. All of our big trees are dropping their leaves faster than you can say, "Why are there two old chairs sitting way out under these trees?" Yesiree, fall is upon us which means the holidays are almost here. This is a time of retrospection and reflection, a time to look back at what we have done and where we are going. Who sat in these chairs? What would the sitter have seen from this perspective? Perhaps, whoever it was, saw a young man working hard at maintaining a large yard, a dutiful daughter washing dishes and staring out the kitchen window, or some silly kids going door to door asking the neighbors if they could rake up and take their leaves so they could make a bigger leaf pile in their own yard.