Signs of the changing season in my corner of the world:
It's time to wear hats, not for protection from the sun, but the acorns. The squirrels are having their own autumn festivals in the tree tops, and maybe they have their olympics going on, too, because they are all up at the very very tips of the oaks, shaking the trees and scampering all over the place. (Be careful, little squirrels, because those branches break real easily, and you may fall.)
Going barefoot is not a good idea now. Refer back to the acorns. They sure do hurt and make you dance a two step when you walk on them.
There are leaves on my lawn. They are the suicide jumpers, the ones who don't want to hang on for the big change. Or maybe they are the scouting team, the ones who go first and let the others know whats ahead, or maybe simply the leaders of the Leave Society, showing how the great exodus should be done.
I had to put a bathrobe on a couple mornings ago to let the dogs out. Yikes.
The sunset is coming earlier, and the crickets and cicadas sing their poignant tunes to each other, filling the air and announcing the coming change.
I am beginning my annual mourning of summer, of the freedom of running out the door in the clothes I dressed in that morning, rather than preparing for the cold with lots of layers. I'll be sad to say goodbye to the long evening sitting out on the deck watching the sun go down. There is a smell to the air this time of year, a sort of precient quality actually, not quite a smell, that pulls a deep melancholy from deep within my heart. It's not that I don't like autumn, or even winter. It's the saying goodbye to all the summer things that wounds me. Like the passing of a dear friend, I will accept it as something I can never change, and hope it returns next year.
Peace
2 comments:
I too love this...but dread it.
I'm entirely too sad. I used to L.O.V.E the changing weather.
But winter time means baked goods, family dinners in the dining room and dominoes...and maybe this year, we'll teach Melanie how to sing in Rock Star.
X.
I know - I love ALL the seasons, really, but there is something about summer going away that makes me very sad. Sometimes there is something about the very breeze in the autumn that turns my heart to a big crybaby hunk of lead. I have no idea why. Even the crickets sound kinda sad to me.
Like now, not quite 8'oclock and pitch dark outside. yeesh. I'm picturing Mel singing some of those songs on Rock Band, and it's making me giggle. I wanna hear her do Roxanne...
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