Mid-high 80's here right now. apple trees/peartree nextdoor in full fruit. Workshop space is a tad hot but bearable. Ignored Logan's coronation in order to keep my sanity and enjoy my sweetie for three days. I miss that snap in the air and the first tentative smudges of sweet woodsmoke on the breeze. Ahhh, the look and feel of apples frsh from the orchard. Redolent of sun and sugar. The strong, burnt orange shade of the ripening pumpkins and the beginning of leaf turn. The color of the river just outside of Salamanca on a cool fall day...on the road to Harvest Raids. Oh, For the blue of Chataqua lake in early October. To see the herons in their own little world. then blows exchanged on the field or whist running through the woods. To sing by the fire in the hall...and be home. Alas. Samhain at home.
Who says I don't get all literary and sentimental? This would be funny if I didn't miss all of you so much.
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Mid-high 80's here right now. apple trees/peartree nextdoor in full fruit. Workshop space is a tad hot but bearable. Ignored Logan's coronation in order to keep my sanity and enjoy my sweetie for three days.
I miss that snap in the air and the first tentative smudges of sweet woodsmoke on the breeze. Ahhh, the look and feel of apples frsh from the orchard. Redolent of sun and sugar. The strong, burnt orange shade of the ripening pumpkins and the beginning of leaf turn. The color of the river just outside of Salamanca on a cool fall day...on the road to Harvest Raids. Oh, For the blue of Chataqua lake in early October.
To see the herons in their own little world. then blows exchanged on the field or whist running through the woods. To sing by the fire in the hall...and be home. Alas. Samhain at home.
Who says I don't get all literary and sentimental? This would be funny if I didn't miss all of you so much.