It is so cool outside and it makes me want to run in joy. I love each season, but I do find the most difficulty in embracing summer when the heat is at its strongest. It really can take the life out of you when it’s too hot, and when I lived with no way to cool my house in a hotter part of the desert here, I truly understood the meaning of the word siesta. In the afternoon, at the hottest, the heat put a spell on me and I would fall asleep no matter what I wanted to do.
The autumn air of the last two mornings has chased all of that way. The promise of cold sits in the early shadows and I like to sit there in wait. The traditions of this time are right on the verge of being celebrated: roasted chiles, apple pie, cooking meals over open fire, hearty stews, gifts of elk, walks in places where during summer I fear snakes, watching the leaves turn yellow, an annual trip with my mom to a cabin in the north, and I could go on. I love this time more with each year that passes.
Thank you September and the ever turning wheel of life.
There is still time to match the flowers.
The last sunflower. I think this will be the last giant sunflower that blooms in the garden. I love you.