Right now, I'm obsessed with autumn. Not only the changing of the weather or the turning of the leaves, but the symbolism of it all. I love that there is a period that prepares you for winter. A period that lets you wind down your wild and free spirited feelings of summer, stock up on supplies & winterize the deck ... it just feels RIGHT. That's not to say that I'm never sad to see it come. My grandma died in October. My grandpa also died in October..as did my aunt.. but.. October feels to me like a time for letting go. No more swimming, no more bbq's, no more going barefoot or sleeping with the window open ... seriously, a time for letting go... Unless I get killed in a car accident or something, I think I will die in October, too.. I know that's morbid. Sorry about that. It's just so appropriate feeling.
October is all about reds and oranges, warming my hands with a steaming mug between trips to the garden. Harvesting the last of squash, bright orange pumpkins and straggling red tomatoes. It's a little sad and a little comforting, it's about winding down..
I can't believe I don't have a garden. How can a month be 'all about' gardening in my head, when I have no garden? City life is interesting. I think I work just as hard as I used to, but in very different ways. It's a faster pace. Even in the suburbs of Detroit, there doesn't seem to be enough time in the day to do everything I want to do. There isn't enough time to notice things. The other day my girlfriend and I got home from Target, and for some reason we sat in my truck talking for a while before going inside. I was amazed! There must be 30 squirrils that live on my block. They roll around with each other, playing or fighting, zigg-zagg across the road and up the trees and back down again. There is a whole little squirril microcosm going on ON MY STREET. One huge one even dug something up my lawn. I have no idea what it was.. but he knew right where he was going. He screeched to a halt, tapped the ground twice, and dug it up. I think it was an acorn.. did you know Acorns don't grow untill the tree is 50 yrs old? I wonder if the squirills ever notice me. Kinda makes you think, doesn't it? How many things do we look around at and don't notice?
October is all about reds and oranges, warming my hands with a steaming mug between trips to the garden. Harvesting the last of squash, bright orange pumpkins and straggling red tomatoes. It's a little sad and a little comforting, it's about winding down..
I can't believe I don't have a garden. How can a month be 'all about' gardening in my head, when I have no garden? City life is interesting. I think I work just as hard as I used to, but in very different ways. It's a faster pace. Even in the suburbs of Detroit, there doesn't seem to be enough time in the day to do everything I want to do. There isn't enough time to notice things. The other day my girlfriend and I got home from Target, and for some reason we sat in my truck talking for a while before going inside. I was amazed! There must be 30 squirrils that live on my block. They roll around with each other, playing or fighting, zigg-zagg across the road and up the trees and back down again. There is a whole little squirril microcosm going on ON MY STREET. One huge one even dug something up my lawn. I have no idea what it was.. but he knew right where he was going. He screeched to a halt, tapped the ground twice, and dug it up. I think it was an acorn.. did you know Acorns don't grow untill the tree is 50 yrs old? I wonder if the squirills ever notice me. Kinda makes you think, doesn't it? How many things do we look around at and don't notice?
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