Autumn

We’ve had summer-like weather the past two weeks in Chicago Land. After a few weeks of chillier- weather, it was back to shorts and flip-flops. Super Hubs and I went to a party this weekend in which we enjoyed wine on our friends’ patio under the balmy starry skies. It could have been July.

But the inevitable occurred today……the temperature has dropped and it feels like Autumn again. Good-bye to our capris, beach towels and allergies. I saw a flock of geese this morning, undoubtedly heading to their southern condo. We are greeting jackets, apple-picking and soups in the crock-pot. Our back deck is adorned with beauty only God could design. September will leave us soon. Welcome October!! (You have always been my favorite month. Just don’t tell the others.)

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
(John Keats)