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That little nip that teases us … autumn
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[September 10, 2014]
comes to us slowly and delicately, as all beautiful things should.
It’s usually in the early morning. We can smell it. We can feel it.
That little nip that teases us … autumn. Almost autumn.
Summer is heat and work and sweat and cold drinks of water and
swimming and barbecues. But autumn is Fall … the pinnacle. This is
when people have the county and state fairs, because the vegetables
and animals are at their peak and ready to show. The heat drove some
of us into the house this stifling summer and led us to make quilts,
make furniture, can fruit. And now, if they’re good enough (and we
know, if no one else does) they can go to the fair, too.
In the mountains, the deer and elk are at their finest, with antlers
dark brown with the patina of age and wisdom and those tips white as
ivory. Polished. This is the polished time.
We are all at some kind of pinnacle in autumn. We have worked
through the heat and now we can plan to ratchet it back a bit. We
can take our skills to the mountains for hunting and fishing, or
just discover a new hobby there at the house that will keep hands
and mind busy during the cold to come.
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The children are off to school, preparing
themselves so someday their autumns will be like this, sweet with
fulfillment, honed to a point, seeping with satisfaction the way
Autumn … come and whisper to us in the morning. I’m almost here.
Almost here. Almost here.
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