“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”

Today is wonky. It was cloudy when I first woke up a bit after eight. I looked out the window. The day was uninviting so I turned over and went back to sleep. Besides, eight is the crack of dawn for me. I woke up around 10:30 to a bright sun. When I went to get the papers, I was surprised at how warm it felt outside, warmer than I expected given the cold house. Okay, back to wonky day. The sun has now totally disappeared. The sky is filled with white clouds, empty white clouds as no rain is predicted.

I have sworn off the news channels. I am watching disaster movies again, disasters like atomic tornadoes, lava in Los Angelas, earthquakes and the disappearance of the moon. Those I know have weird happy endings. Currently a family is trying to reconnect and avoid the lava consuming everything.

Today is the first day of fall. I think this is my favorite season of all. We have color. We have warm days and perfect nights for sleeping. We have apples and pumpkins and gourds. The garden is alive with fall flowers. The asters are blooming. The clematis is covering the whole front fence in white flowers. The bees love them. It’s time for soup. Nothing tastes better than hot soup on a crisp fall day. Add a loaf of fresh bread, and dinner becomes a feast. Fall is the opening act for the best times of the year, for Thanksgiving and for Christmas.

When I was a kid, piles of leaves would fall on the street and lie against the sidewalk berms. I’d walk all the way to school kicking the leaves into the air. I remember the bottoms leaves were sometimes sodden. They had a weird odor, one of wet and mold.

I have often mentioned how much I miss the aroma of burning leaves. Every Saturday, when I was a kid, small piles of leaves would be burning in front of just about every house. Fire was a man thing so each fire was tendered by a neighbor standing out of the smoke and holding his rake to keep the fire in check. My father too tendered his fire. The men and the smoke up and down the street were worthy of a Norman Rockwell illustration. It would be called Saturday Mornings in Fall.

Usually this is the time of year to start hunkering down, but I don’t have to this year. I have been hunkered for months. I was with my friends the other night, and it was my best night since last summer on my birthday. Sunday was my friend’s birthday. It was dinner and games afterwards, the best nights, like Sunday nights used to be. I made my friend her chocolate cream pie, a standing request.The chocolate was tweaked because I had forgotten to buy milk. How dumb! I told my friend who said I needed to keep the tweak, to add it to the recipe. That was a great endorsement. The evening was fun. I have missed my friends. I suspects most of us can say that. We miss our friends most of all.

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4 Comments on ““Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.””

  1. Rowen Says:

    Your equinox set made me want to just sit around and watch the sky.

    I sort of like that smell of the wet leaf crud, though maybe nobody is going to try to market a candle called Sodden Leaf Litter.

    • katry Says:

      Today is lovely. I can never call winter lovely, but mornings in spring are often lovely. I always think of it as a good-bye fall gift from Mother Nature.

      I also love that smell. Wet leaves flew, just not as far as the dry. Even I would pass up Sodden Leaf Litter!!

  2. Christer. Says:

    I was surprised to see the sun shining when I came home after work today, especially since the predictions said cloudy all day and rain 🙂 🙂 I was also syrprised to smell that someone burned leafs, especially since it was very windy. Loved the smell though and can’t remember when I last smelled it.

    Disaster movies and American plotics are more or less the same thing isn’t it 🙂 Well we all know all movies have happy endings so lets hope it’s the same with the politics!

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      The day is officially ugly. The sun is gone for good. Even the house is dark.

      I can’t even listen to Trump anymore. I can’t take the lying. Politics is off the table for a while.Give me a good tidal wave or earthquake.

      Have a great evening!

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