Sunday, September 25, 2011
I REALIZE YOU'VE SEEN this picture before and there's little doubt but that you'll see it again if I'm here in the autumn of 2012. It's my favorite of our collection of fall photos.
To be honest, Spring is my favorite season of the year, with all the opening buds and resurrection of plant life, but next I would choose autumn even though there's a note of melancholy to it. Best of all is that first night when it's cool enough to reach down and pull up a blanket. I love that.
This morning when we were leaving our apartment to meet friends for breakfast, we found two bags on the doorknob. You see only one here because I staged it. Four times a year we experience this, with each equinox.
This year's card read:
inside was a large, nut-encrusted muffin.
At the same time last year this is what we discovered on our doorknob:
It pleases me when people commemorate the seasons this way. Celebration should be a daily thing, methinks. There's always something to pay tribute to. Not that I always do it, but when it happens, it's a wondrous thing.
Young Son Tim is helping a friend move today so his usual Sunday visit was moved to Saturday. I needed a few things from the market. Mr. Bob declined our invitation to join us, preferring to take a nap at home. I waited in the car while Tim ran in to Trader Joe's to get the few things on my list which did not include the mini pumpkin he proudly showed me. He was moved to get it for me in celebration of autumn. That's my boy!