As the seasons change...
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[SEPT. 23, 2006]
According to the calendar, when
we get to September each year, the earth has tilted on its axis and
the days are getting shorter, and we aren't barbecuing as much as we
did a month ago.
But no one told September that summer was over. So we usually get
one farewell blast of heat straight from the hinges of perdition,
and we look at each other and say, "I thought it was supposed to be
September." But we laugh, too, because we do this every September.
I think, if the truth be known, we don't splash in the swimming hole
in Lewis Creek as much in September, simply because it's September
and we don't think we should. And the barbecue tongs are polished up
and put away until Memorial Day because it's supposed to be
But during the intense heat of September, we are finding
ourselves looking forward to the fall, to the hunt, to the cold
weather, to… yes… shoveling snow. Our thoughts are more with
Halloween than with picnics. We want to buy a new shirt for fall,
even knowing that if we tried it on now, we'd have heat stroke and
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We're never really content, are we? All during the spring winds
and the rain, we looked forward to summer and tied fishing flies
daily as homage to the heat of the sun to come. We checked the canoe
long before the water was warm enough to fish in. We sharpened the
blades on the lawn mower when the grass was still brown and looking
Hurry, next season. We've had this one, and now we're ready for
it to be over. Hurry, autumn. Bring us the orange and black and the
coral and gold of the trees. Make us ready for that first brisk day
that tells us we are still here for another turning of the seasons.
We're ready for fall.
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