“Happily we bask in this warm September sun, Which illuminates all creatures…”

It must have rained during the night as the street and driveway are wet, but I never heard the rain. The morning is warm. The sun rose without being seen, hidden as it is behind clouds. I went to bed really early and woke up in the dark. I can’t seem to shake the last time zone. My newspapers aren’t even here yet.

This is my favorite time of the year. The Cape stays warm. Red leaves dominate the trees, the scrub oaks, which are everywhere. Tourists are gone for the most part. The weekends, though, will still be a bit busy through Columbus Day when the Cape closes up for the season.

This is also the tour bus season, and every bus is filled with senior citizens taking advantage of the off-season rates, the still open souvenir shops and the all you can eat restaurants. The buses pass me as they go down cape, and I can usually see the tour guide standing in front with microphone in hand. On Route 6A, I figure the guide is describing the captains’ houses and places like the Edward Gorey house. That is the prettiest road on the whole cape, and it extends from the bridge to Orleans. I usually take that road when I’m going down cape.

I need to buy some mums. I noticed they are blooming in my front garden, and I think I’ll add a couple of different colors. The mums always seem like the last gift of the season from my garden, the memory I’ll hold onto until spring.

I have a wonderful memory. I can see things as they are and how they used to be. I was giving directions to my friend and told her exactly how many lights she’d go through: seven of them. I just closed my eyes and saw the road and each light. I have the worst accent when it comes to languages, but I remember the vocabulary, even my high school French. I may mangle the sounds, but I get my point across.

Nothing tastes better than sweet, fresh fruit. Pineapple is my favorite, but the paw paw in Ghana I ate this trip moved up to a close second. I keep bananas around for a quick snack. I love them in my cereal. They even perk up corn flakes. Cold, crisp apples scream of fall, but it’s pumpkins which are fall’s best fruit. They stand out in every farm shop usually lined up in the front inviting us to stop. I always do.

 

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13 Comments on ““Happily we bask in this warm September sun, Which illuminates all creatures…””

  1. olof1 Says:

    It did rain all morning but after that the sun has shown itself every now and again. But rain is in the air and the occasional shower do pass too.

    I think I would like autumn even better if the daylight stayed longer than it does. During summer we get used to only a few hours of complete darkness and soon it will almost be the opposite. But I love the explosion of colors we have now 🙂

    We have a few crane tourists here now but nothing compared to how it is in spring. Otherwise this isn’t a tourist magnet, too many horse flies I guess 🙂 🙂 🙂 But tourist buses drive here a lot to all the historical places we have in this area, this is called the cradle of Sweden.

    Lots of ruins, castles and tombs to be seen if one wants too. I’ve realized we have loads of tombs here in my village 🙂 dating from the stone age to the iron age.

    Have a great day!
    Christer.


    • Christer,
      I’m waiting for the sun to appear. It is still damp and cloudy.

      You are so right. Dark comes so early now but soon we’ll turn the clocks back and that will hold off the darkness for a while.

      It is the ocean which draws the tourists here, and the fall is so lovely they keep coming. The weekends still have traffic.

      I love exploring ruins. In Portugal I saw Iron Age and Roman Age ruins so I’d be on those buses visiting your area.

  2. Bill S. Says:

    Kat:
    You do indeed have a good memory–you haven’t lost it yet. Yes, I did live in Milford CT. and graduated from MHS.

    Yesterday (Sat.) was a gorgeous fall day. We attended the Greek festival in Concord NH and had some very filling Greek food. The leaves are beginning to change around here and the sky is bright blue. It did rain last night a bit–good for the mums.

    These early morning posts are beginning to concern me. Maybe you’re right: you are still on Ghana time.


    • Bill,
      Good thing to know I still have it, at least for the meanwhile.

      I envy you that gorgeous day yesterday. We have had rain on and off for the last three days. The sun appeared today then disappeared. The weatherman says sun all afternoon so I’m hoping it will return.

      I hate waking up so early but I do get a whole lot done by 8 though around noon I start thinking about a nap. I go up and Fern, the cat, and Gracie join me. Yesterday I had napped by 1 in the afternoon.

  3. Bob Says:

    When I cross more than a couple of time zones it takes me several days to reset my circadian clock. Usually I just get up at three in the morning ready for the day with no place to go. As I get older I notice that I don’t require as much sleep as when I was younger. I assume my aging body clock doesn’t want to miss a minute of fun while the number of remaining years count down.

    You are so lucky to live in New England where the autumn colors of the foliage is a world famous event. Here in North Texas the leaves don’t turn color until mid November. There are very few natural forests on the prairie that makes up the Dallas Ft. Worth area so most of the leaves that change color are from trees that are planted in people’s yards 🙂

    Unfortunately, the summer fruit season is winding down. I love local picked peaches, plums and nectarines. And cherries are my favorite along with pineapple. The cold storage fruit shipped here from South America in the off seasons is generally tasteless. The Texas Ruby Red grapefruits, navel oranges and cuties are just coming into the grocery stores from the fields in the Rio Grande Valley. I never liked bananas. Chiquita Banana on TV got my testosterone going as a kid, but I never liked the fruit she was selling 🙂


    • Bob,
      It is supposed to take a day per hour to catch up with your time zone, but I seem to be extending this a bit. I am getting up far too early for my taste. I seem to need 8 hours. When I was working, I was lucky to have 6 hours so I was sleep deprived all those years.

      I love the yellow leaves the most. They are so bright and beautiful. I remember walking under a canopy of yellow trees when I was a kid.

      I am not a peach fan, never have been, but I love cherries. We used to have cherry pit spitting contests when I was a kid.

      • Bob Says:

        As a kid spiting pits for distance was half the fun of eating the fruit. Watermelon pits were a favorite to spit. Also, eating them in the hot summer afternoons was most enjoyable while the juice was running down your chest. After eating and spitting the pits we would rinse off under the hose in the backyard which both cleansed and cooled our bodies.

  4. Hedley Says:

    I pulled the patio furniture, it’s time. It’s all in the basement except the table…my son will be coming to watch the Lions with me, so we will take care of that.
    Tottenham have a date with QPR, but we are getting City and the Arse, guess that’s ok.
    On the countdown to Gabriel on Wednesday

  5. im6 Says:

    You DO have a wonderful memory — unless you’re faking it with a wonderful imagination. (How would we know? Sadly, most of us have never officially met you!) Whichever it is, you certainly paint wonderful word pictures of what I consider a better time. I suppose every generation thinks their youth was better than whatever came before or after theirs. But I truly believe we were extremely lucky to have grown up when we did. We got to experience first hand a sea-change in culture. A life of limitless hope in the 50s with Ike, Perry Como, American Bandstand… to The Beatles, the folk scene, first man on the moon, Woodstock, hippies in the 60s… to disco (well, it seemed good at the time!), end of the Vietnam era, Watergate of the 70s. The world quite literally changed drastically in front of our eyes. Lots of progress since, but it seems incredible loss has come with that progress. I miss the innocence and hope that has been replaced by mandatory seatbelts, computers, climate change and just-plain-fear-of-one-another. Not that I want to give up my internet or many of the modern conveniences/advancements, but they did come at a cost. Thanks for keeping those memories alive and vivid.


    • im6,
      Nope, it’s my memory though I do admit to having a vivid imagination. Even my students were amazed at what I remembered that they didn’t. That, of course, had to do with etching forever the time I lived in Ghana.

      I agree totally that we were lucky to have grown up when we did. I think we were the last innocent generation. I always felt safe. There were no boogie men.

      We did see all those changes and we were part of many of them. I think we had the best music, and I seem often to be stuck in 60’s rock, and I am so glad to have been around for the re-emergence of folk, the folk explosion as they call it.

      I would never want to give up my computer either; it is an amazing connection to the whole world.

  6. minicapt Says:

    When you buy the mums, what happens to the kids?

    Cheers


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