This potted plant approaches the feeling of today. Raking sun, brilliant blue sky, sixty-two degrees F. Autumn is around the corner but the leaves are still green. A warmth-loving being soaks in the last of summer glory before a retreat indoors.
Squirrels recklessly toss acorns from above. Yellow jackets investigate any possibility. Monarchs, southward bound, flutter and rest. Geese, arrive from the north in formation -here they still travel south for winter. Blue jays dominate the daytime songbook. A single engine plane's hum vrum a passing bass line.
And the people make lists of things to do before winter.
Your post brings back memories to me of life pre-New Mexico. While you are soaking up the last of the warmth, we were just talking about how it's finally cool enough to begin spending time outdoors again!
ReplyDeleteI miss that too, Robin!
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