Saturday, September 10, 2011
These tall weeds, blowing gently this morning in the city under a blue sky, assure me that indeed the season has moved. Now, the weekends are prime time to ready the home for the foreboding winds and snows ahead. It's the time of the year that we can really appreciate the the golden yellows and strong browns of our natural world. When I was growing up, I passed them by on my Schwin with never a look or a care. I plotted my time by the school year and its boring routines. These days, I'm much more in tune to the world around me and its seemingly daily changes. On my drive to work, I almost can chart the moves of nature: lily pads dying away in the pond, the leaf-covered back roads, the coal-black oak branches against the slate gray skies, the browning of lawns and fields and the late-rising, low-lying morning sun dipping through the distant trees when I make the turn on 35. September's here... live with it!