Saturday, August 29, 2009

Almost September


The breezes taste

of apple peel.

The air is full

of smells to feel-

Ripe fruit, old footballs,

Burning brush,

New books, erasers,

Chalk, and such.

The bee, his hive,

Well-honeyed hum,

And Mother cuts


Like plates washed clean

With suds, the days

Are polished with

A morning haze.

-John Updike

Out walking yesterday under a cloak of clouds and a dribble of rain I realized how fleeting summer was. The buckeye trees (above photo) and the maples are turning yellow, the grass is completely golden and beginning to get short from all the cows grazing, apples are falling and the morning has a briskness not felt for a while.

I am not ready for summer to be over because it feels like it barely begun. Our summer was busy. It seems like there was always something to do or somewhere to go. Lots of firewood cut by the men, gardening and guests tended by me. I remember fondly back to childhood and the endless open summers that I enjoyed. I was a privileged child who had little to no chores. Spoiled brat really, but aah, those were the days. Skinned knees and sun burned skin, cool water and riding with friends. Watermelon, peaches and apple pie, sitting out under a star filled sky.

Now fall's door is just opening and we await the first calf's arrival, begin feeding until the rains bring up new grass, Mark makes countless trips up and down the road delivering firewood, I plant the fall/winter garden, harvest apples and pears and hope for grapes (they don't look too good this year) and I also begin another online college course. Someday when I grow up I might actually get a degree! Actually, I take classes mostly for enjoyment and mental stimulation. It is easy to let one's mind go the way of a lazy body. And while I might let the old body get a little flabby, a mind is a terrible thing to waste. Or so somebody once said!


  1. This side of the canyon is also shaking off summer and rolling on a the scattering of leaves which have already begun to drop from some of the maples.

  2. We would love a taste of Fall. So far the closest thing to Fall is Sonny, starting to shed his summer coat and beginning to grow a winter coat. The days are still muggy, warm, and long here in the Southland, and I wistfully remember the Septembers of my youth as well, way up in tundra Country.

    Of course, after a short Fall up there we were up to our buns in snow. That part, I don't miss one teeny tiny little bit! ;)

    Please pass rubs around to all your critters TJ! And I will think of you today, as Sonny and I wander around the green lawn here...

  3. Max is so excited for fall and pumpkins.

    I'm sure you weren't a spoiled brat--not you. You're too darn sweet.

  4. "Smells to feel." I love that image. We're not as far along as you. The biggest change is our days aren't as warm -- in the low 80's. However, you can sense an urgency in the animals and birds. They probably are more aware than I that Fall is coming.

    Beautiful post.



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