Quote of the day: “No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace, as I have seen in one autumnal face.” ~ John Donne
Song of the day: “Ramble On” by Led Zeppelin
State of mind: cautiously optimistic with a touch of gloom and doom on the horizon
My birthday is coming up. Fast. It’s just a few days away. Having a birthday this week means I am a Virgo- if you follow astrology, that is. Born in the month of the Harvest Moon. School usually starts at this time, and there have been plenty of years where it had started on my birthday or just the day after.
What does all that mean? Most of my life I thought my birthday was in the fall. I thought I was an Autumn Child, Daughter of knowledge and thermochromic trees. Well, I guess that last one is true. The maples in the backyard have already started to shed and you can see the rest of the trees take on that end of season pale before they burst into their swan song of bight oranges and reds. It’s like an inhaled breath, a small step back in intensity before entertaining us all for the next few weeks. All of that color displaying and timed leave falling (as in just after the neighbor rakes his entire yard) has got to be exhausing.
But it isn’t Fall. Summer doesn’t end till September 22nd. Go ahead and check your calendars. The First Day of Fall is September 23rd. That is more than two whole weeks away. So you can imagine, now that I know I am in fact a Summer Child- of Barbeques and Boating, that I get a little touchy around Labor Day as every person in the known universe starts bemoaning the end of Summer! It feels a little bit like my part of the season doesn’t count. It’s neglected. Ignored. Over looked.
Does anyone look around at all the cool things they can still do in September? That although the nights take on a decidedly unfriendly chill the days are still warm and sunny? Still ready and waiting to be filled with frolicking and misadventure?? Nope.
Me? I’m taking some time off and enjoy the last few days of SUMMER. Not sure what I’ll do. Go to the park, the movies, plot, scheme, and maybe work on my tan. But because everyone else has given up on the season, I’m sure I’ll find plenty of peace and quiet.
Show quote of the day: “I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!”