Who knew that it would be warm enough to be sunning myself in upstate New York during the first week of October?
Ah… my gratitude is immense—you may remember that I’m the one who mourns summer’s passing. (It’s not like i haven’t paid my dues—having lived in the north woods of Maine for 7 years; I can split wood and build a fire with the best of them.)
But I’ve never been to the Hudson River Valley before and it is soothing to the eyes and a balm to the mind; I recommend it heartily…
Sitting in the sweet morning’s early light, in my own backyard in SW Ohio, I’m conscious of how Autumn is chasing away Summer’s close breath, like the coolness of a breath-mint, clean, fresh and mentholated.
But the grass is still deep emerald green, having had enough rain to make Ohio stand proud and pretty in its party dress.
The cornfields offer their own kind of show– red=headed tassels as the sun lights them from above. The stalks vary in colors, from green to yellow and russet brown–determined by what? When they were planted? The elevation and drainage? It’s a question that my 8 year old grandson, Ty, might ask.