Thursday, September 30, 2010

Fall, the burnt orange season

This is my favorite time of year. The cicadas have gone to their destinies and no longer sing their nightly song of love and death. Now the big black crickets have their turn on the stage. The robins and doves have left us, but the blue jays have come to visit for a few weeks and Canadian geese have returned to spend part of their day in my building's picnic area. I watch them through the morning fog while walking to the bus. The fox, groundhogs and deer are more visible when we go for Sunday afternoon drives. The cherry blossoms of Spring and the daffodils of Summer are gone but now we have crysanthemums, my great grandmother called them October roses, and pumpkins.

Football is back and that's very fine. I really did miss Brett, Peyton, Troy and of course the whole Fox team.

The horrible Summer heat has broken and the tempreture drops below 80 again. Soon I'll be able to break out my thin Fall gloves and light sweaters. I love it.

1 comment:

Kindred Spirit said...

October roses? Such a beautiful phrase! I'm going to remember it and use it. Thank you for sharing some of your great-grandmother's wisdom.