It was a late August day. The air was cooler and dryer. The sun was setting a little earlier. Fair season was beginning. Even though there were still many warm days ahead, there was also a sudden feeling that the first small step into autumn had been taken.
Sometimes metaphors get mixed. I found it more fun mixing Elizabeth Barrett Browning with Maria Von Trapp. Autumn, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways:
County fairs and fresh produce markets,
Apples and pumpkins and hot roasted chestnuts,
Cider and doughnuts and cool moonlit evenings,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Leaves of bright colors at peak for the viewing,
The first sign of wood smoke through the air swirling,
Hay rides and scarecrows and fun family gatherings,
These are some more of my favorite things.
There you have it - poetic license run amuck. Since poetry is not my forte, it would have gotten even muckier had I tried to wax poetic about how much I enjoy the swooshing and crunching sounds from walking on leaf covered paths. Or if I tried to poeticize (it’s a real word) the wonderful aromas of cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, allspice wafting from baked goods and hot mulled drinks.
I’m not into rushing the season. However, it was nice to experience a momentary reverie of some autumn delights. We all know too well, about the middle of autumn, harsh reality sets in. There skulking around some corner is winter, glowering and smirking, rubbing it’s icy hands together revving up to lunge at us with all its stormy bluster. That is unequivocally my most UNfavorite thing
Returning to the present. There is the vibe of back to school in the air. If I knew your address I would send you a beautiful bouquet of Crayola crayons.