This past Thursday, September 22nd, was the autumnal equinox - the official first day of autumn. Each of the four seasons has its own magic, and autumn has much to recommend it: cool, crisp mornings, the splendor of fall foliage, the smell of burning leaves (where it's allowed), apple cider, football, and much more.
There are chores associated with autumn, as there are with all seasons, and Brian Fanelli writes about one of them in this poem ...
by Brian Fanelli
There is something soothing about the scrape of a rake,
the rhythmic process of pulling dead leaves,
bending to pick them up, dumping them
in curbside lawn bags,
something soothing about the way the sun
warms your hair one of these last
seventy-degree days as you labor past
soreness in your arms, until you forget
emails to send, reports to file,
take-home work you left at the office,
until you forget the splendid mums will shrivel,
the tree that sheds now will wear nothing soon,
and you will curse the cold.
Yes, the time is rapidly approaching when we'll curse the cold, and those who deny the reality of climate change will snort that the onset of winter proves that "global warming" is a hoax. As for me, I'll enjoy the fall weather while it's here and get ready to break out Agnes's stockpile of beautiful homemade quilts for those cold nights that are right behind.
Have a good day. Enjoy the days. More thoughts tomorrow.