“She calls it ‘stick season,’ this slow disrobing of summer,leaf by leaf, till the bores of tall trees rattle and scrape in the wind.”
Today is a sloth day. The last few days I have expended vast amounts of energy cleaning the house, and I need to revitalize. I have washed and waxed the kitchen floor, one bathroom floor, the hall and the stairs. I have vacuumed and polished. I have rearranged the den trying for a bit of order, less clutter. I am crazed.
My house and yard have a new rule, nothing dead. Nala was playing with a spawn in the yard, one which had already received its unearthly reward. She’d toss it, play with it and then take it for a run. She wouldn’t give it to me. She brought it through the dog door, probably for a tour of the house. I yelled and she took it back outside. Later, I had to shut the backdoor on the dogs when I went on my errand. The spawn was outside. When I got home, I went through the gate to the backyard, found the spawn and got it out of my yard. Nala never noticed.
This morning is chilly at only 63°. It is a sunny day with a blue sky. The breeze is strong. The high will only be in the low 70’s. The low will be 54°. Summer is waning in the face of fall.
When I was a kid, I loved fall best of all. I’d walk in the gutters filled with leaves on my way to school. The leaves were perfectly piled for wading through and kicking them into the air. It was like a storm of leaves blowing left and right and into the street. Sometimes, though, the leaves on the bottom were wet, even soggy. Kicking them did nothing. They were too wet to move. My shoes got ugly with pieces of wet leaves. I didn’t care. I was a kid.
Once the fall mornings got chilly, we’d have hot food for breakfast. Some mornings we had oatmeal, that thick, lumpy, paste-like oatmeal. I’d pour milk on the oatmeal and add sugar. Both made it palatable. I don’t eat oatmeal anymore. There was always toast, white toast browned perfectly. Sometimes there were eggs, usually soft-boiled. They were my favorite.
My school had no cafeteria so the only hot lunch I’d ever have was soup in my thermos. Mostly it was chicken noodle. My mother always included Saltines. She never missed a beat.
Yesterday I had a grilled cheese sandwich with tomatoes for dinner. I yummed my way through each bite. The dogs got none of it. Some things are just not meant for sharing.
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September 16, 2022 at 12:06 pm
Down here in E. Penna. I think that the winds of change are in the air. It has turned much cooler than before. Don’t think that we will be getting heat like before. There has been change. The trees are getting that “look” when leaves are on the verge of turning color. Nights have been down into the low 50’s or high 40’s. It’s all good. You can even start to smell Fall approaching like before. Leaves are falling at places. Hoping we get some good color this year. However, we might not get it because of the time with no rain. On the subject of school lunches, my HS did have a lunch for us kids. It was a good hot meal. Back then it cost .35 cents to eat a nice lunch. At times, my Mother did not have .35 cents to give me! So, I had to “brown bag” it. Not so sure if I’m going out with the Nikon camera for Fall color this year. I’ve photographed so much in the past. Maybe, just a bit of it. Not much. Going to Post about the JoAnna Furnace Fall Festival soon. Since I love History, I did spend a few hours there on such a nice day. Be Well, Kat. Stay Safe.