Dylan Thomas

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toenails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that you bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. - Dylan Thomas

Saturday, September 20, 2008

I can smell fall in the air.

I love fall. Autumn brings crisp apples and pumpkins, harvest bottles of canned goods and preserves. Kids playing in the leaves. Older folks out every day raking their lawns faithfully. The Chrysanthiums are for sale at the farmers market and the supermarket...many colors that honor fall. Wood smoke in the air at twilight and a cup of hot chocolate sounds good for the first time since last winter.
I noticed the yellow and orange starting weeks back bringing the promise of a freeze and chilly nights coming. The garden began to get brown all the while delivering those aubergines and peppers along with the ripening tomatoes. Squash replaced the sweet corn in bins and oh so appealing to my memories of stuffed butternut.
The sweaters come out of the attic and the tanks get layered with blouses and tops for the changing weather. Shorts are worn only part of the day and good old jeans are now the favored ones. The fall catalogs are lying in the baskets waiting for you to peruse and perhaps order one or two new items even though the budget screams "No!" You get excited when you go on someones blog and find fall pictures and decorations abounding. Yard work calls for a bit extra time to make it all happen before the snow will fall. The last lawn mowing seems fun because you know it won't need it again til spring. Anyway lawn mowing is more fun than snow shoveling.
Time to cook and bake and preserve the bounty from the garden or the market.
"Let's invite someone for soup and biscuits tonight honey... Get out a log or two and we will sit around the fire in the fire pit with our sweatshirts and a stadium blanket or two. Later let's go for a drive and see if we find any Elderberries to make syrup for flu season. Did you get enough chicory ground for some coffee tonight? Hey is the mint dried for my favorite infusion?"

Oh how I love the autumn season!

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