“In Heaven, it is always autumn.”
Today I feel as if I were in a scene from the Sound of Music, the one where Maria with arms outstretched turns around on the mountain to take in the beauty of the hills. The day is that pretty, as warm and beautiful.
The morning is quiet. An every now and then breeze stirs the leaves. The sun is strong. It is already 70°. Nala stays outside stretched on the grass in the sun. Henry sleeps upstairs on my bed. They live the good life.
I ran amok. I washed and waxed the kitchen floor, the bathroom floor, the stairs and the hall. The members of the sloth club were considering removing me until I swore no more cleaning.
The cape is in its fall mode. The mornings are a bit chilly, but the days are a delight. Traffic is much lighter. When I travel at night, there are far fewer cars. The cranberry bogs are red with cranberries. Some have already been harvested. I’ve seen Halloween yard decorations, even stopped to take a picture of one. This is my favorite season on Cape Cod.
Even when I was a kid, I loved the fall. I’d walk in the gutters and kick the leaves as high as I could into the air. The dry leaves crackled under my feet. My father raked the yard every Saturday. He’d then burn the leaves, my favorite fall ritual. When it got colder, he’d remove the window screens and put up the storm windows. That was always a bit scary. The storm windows had to be lifted onto hooks using both hands. It was a miracle my father never fell nor, as far as I can remember, did a window.
On cold mornings, my mother used to make us a hot breakfast to fortify us for the walk to school. My favorite was soft boiled eggs with a side of cut toast for dipping. I didn’t even mind oatmeal especially with milk and sugar. I guess this must be a Julie Andrews’ day. She knew the benefit of sugar. It even made the medicine go down let alone oatmeal.
My play clothes changed from summer to fall, from shorts to dungarees and short sleeves to long. My mother started to insist I wear a sweater or a light jacket to school. On the way home, when the day was warmer, I’d tie it round my waist.
As for today, I’ll be home. I have a couple of chores but neither will put my sloth status in jeopardy.
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October 5, 2023 at 2:09 pm
Hi Kat,
Well the weather prognosticators were correct. Yesterday the high temperature was 96° and right on schedule the first real cold front of autumn came through about three this morning. We received a nice dose of rain accompanied by thunderstorms ahead of the front. When I awoke this morning the temperature was a pleasant 70°. Autumn is on its way.
The Texas Rangers defeated the Rays to take the wild card series and will play Baltimore’s on Saturday. The Cowboys handed the Pats head coach his worst loss in his entire professional coaching career. Finally, it’s Texas OU weekend at the Cotton Bowl during the State Fair. I haven’t gone to the fair in many decades and especially not on Texas OU weekend. All of these events mean summer is finally over.
Our foliage won’t turn colors until sometime in November. But, this year October has turned out to be terrific, especially after that cold front got us out of the 90s.
October 5, 2023 at 9:57 pm
Hi Bob,
I’m so glad you finally got rain and cooler weather. Your temperature is what we had today, a delightful day. Will it stay cool now or will the temperature jump up again?
The Pats are awful this year. I watched one game and parts of two, but I didn’t watch the loss to the Cowboys. I’m glad I didn’t. I guess Bill might be getting long in the tooth.
We don’t have much foliage. The scrub oak leaves turn red. There aren’t a whole lot of other types of trees. There is one down the
road which turns yellow. I always drive by it. It is rare.
October 5, 2023 at 11:34 pm
If I am in Heaven, I may have fixed the problem. But, Lilydark may have flown away.