We didn’t have much of a summer, by my esteem, and now we are suddenly sunk into autumn as if September 23rd was some kind of hidden trip wire the sun triggered crossing over the equinox. Leaves on the way to Eugene began browning and occasionally falling this year in July. What the heck does that mean? It’s the last day of September and my Chain trees and Horse Chestnut still sport green leaves. The Purple Plum next door has been bereft and nude for well over a month.
Where did it go? I’m not ready for the full onslaught of an Oregon autumn. Rain falling with colder bites each day, copious little rain drops that soak you as you dash from door to car. Despite the calendar, I just wasn’t prepared. My wood is not all stacked; heck my wood isn’t even all delivered yet. I never got to fully weed and clear out my back flower beds. My Butterfly bushes need trimmed. And now I need to put winterize my lawn. Where did it go? Shit!
Don’t get me wrong, I love the autumn and rain, I am just not prepared. I'm reminded of the fable of the ant and the grasshopper - apparently I'm not the ant. All those years in Girl Scouts (aka I’m not prepared) and I’ve squandered my summer. I’m not sure how, opting for a meltdown, I didn’t vacation this year, instead I spent my time on chores and work. I got my lumpy path into my side yard, bought my bench, mended my dragon’s arm, and planted thirty plus lilies, a gross of tulips, with narcissus and daffodils thrown in for good measure. But I’m not finished. I had so much more I wanted to do. I never took the time to play. I did spend time with Benjamin and my parents, but not so much that I should be behind.
While I have a goodly size stack of books waiting to be read, my comforter is all clean and ready to keep me warm, I am remorseful that I didn’t take the time to play and suddenly I am sad and longing for what wasn’t this past summer.
It could be worse, it’s snowing in Utah.
Where did it go? I’m not ready for the full onslaught of an Oregon autumn. Rain falling with colder bites each day, copious little rain drops that soak you as you dash from door to car. Despite the calendar, I just wasn’t prepared. My wood is not all stacked; heck my wood isn’t even all delivered yet. I never got to fully weed and clear out my back flower beds. My Butterfly bushes need trimmed. And now I need to put winterize my lawn. Where did it go? Shit!
Don’t get me wrong, I love the autumn and rain, I am just not prepared. I'm reminded of the fable of the ant and the grasshopper - apparently I'm not the ant. All those years in Girl Scouts (aka I’m not prepared) and I’ve squandered my summer. I’m not sure how, opting for a meltdown, I didn’t vacation this year, instead I spent my time on chores and work. I got my lumpy path into my side yard, bought my bench, mended my dragon’s arm, and planted thirty plus lilies, a gross of tulips, with narcissus and daffodils thrown in for good measure. But I’m not finished. I had so much more I wanted to do. I never took the time to play. I did spend time with Benjamin and my parents, but not so much that I should be behind.
While I have a goodly size stack of books waiting to be read, my comforter is all clean and ready to keep me warm, I am remorseful that I didn’t take the time to play and suddenly I am sad and longing for what wasn’t this past summer.
It could be worse, it’s snowing in Utah.
Here comes the rain again.
Is it raining with you?
Sith,
Cele