It looks like rain outside, but there is no rain in the forecast. I could really use a beautifully rainy day today. It is going to rain on Sunday…it will be cool and rainy and I think the perfect day to let a pot of chili simmer on the stove and watch football together.
I have a couple of errands to run today, and then I think I’ll spend some time in the garden. My poor, poor garden. Yesterday I realized there were about 100 tiny little cherry tomatoes ready to pick that I didn’t even know had grown. I even picked a few strawberries. Next year I promise to do better…
On my list today — Chrysanthemums. I think it’s time. Kate is going to be happy…she is very happy that autumn has arrived. I don’t know why. I asked her. She doesn’t know why. I’m glad she’s happy.
Yesterday I was outside for a few hours working in the garden. There was a breeze that blew through the hickory and oak trees in our yard, scattering hundreds of acorns and nuts with each gentle gust. It sounded like hail. Poppy just loved that. She flew around the yard picking up acorns and hickory nuts and flinging them around, then chasing after them and zipping to the other end of the yard all by herself. She stopped to bark at the deer behind the fence (who were not scared of her), or to watch the geese overhead, flying in their uneven V. Their flight call mingled with the rustling of leaves in the breeze. I stopped to watch them for a moment, before they disappeared behind the trees. The sun was warm on my face.
One year David had a brilliant idea to pay the kids to pick up the acorns. $5 per bucket or something like that. He was broke after about an hour. Henry mentioned the bucket idea to me earlier in the week. I told him to go ask his father.
This year it took a long while for me to be ready for autumn. I don’t know why. I have always loved the season, I could list a thousand reasons why, but I guess this year my heart clung tightly to summer and it’s late dinners, it’s schedule-less delight, it’s sleepy-headed, lazy mornings. It’s hard to walk away from such a beautiful place as summer, with it’s sunshine and wildflowers and it’s beaches, seashells, ice cream and bare feet.
But as the days have cooled, the pumpkins and chrysanthemums have begun popping up on doorsteps around town…acorns are falling and leaves will be changing colors soon. Boots and sweaters and wool blankets have been pulled out, and I’ve even begun dreaming of cocoa and mulled wine by a warm fire in the evenings.
And my sentiment toward leaving summer behind is changing. Autumn is, afterall, “the year’s last, loveliest smile…”
–John Howard Bryant, “Indian Summer”