The sun and fall breeze left with the weekend’s ease. It was a busy few days, but it seems the way Octobers go, each weekend will be as so. Party here and festival there, finally Halloween, and we’re halfway through fall when we just waited for it to begin! Enjoy this season in every way–each autumn memory.
We sat painting under the oaks, painting our imaginations on pumpkin skin; We’ve built a creative community amongst ourselves, especially straying from the finance-minded geniuses who stayed inside; Oh did we have ideas which we’d hoped would bring home a ribbon: snowman, pig, bat, clown, boogie man, fish— all of which had our own personality and style, much different than art projects in grade school where we seemed to copy one another. Then suddenly, from the heavens above— or rather, from the oak canopy— came a storm of acorns! One in my paint palate, several on the roofs of our cars, and my did they fall with force! The smack of each one on the cement was like the tap of a small drum. I was afraid I’d go home with a lump on my head. Luckily the pesky squirrels were more interested in playing tricks on us instead.
today was rough, not even worth capitalization or grammar-tization. relaxation came but it’s almost over. i want to sit in my chair thoughtless stressless without indigestion over a missing document, where i can look over and see my rabbit’s eyes watching me sweetly, hoping for a nibble of fruit as my next distraction. not sure if freeform poetry is your thing, but i’m not well-versed in poetry– pun magnificently intended. probably need sleep, eyes closed for 7 hours straight steady breathing no stiff neck in the morning. maybe i’ll have time for a coffee before work. (we’ll see how it goes)
The sun is setting on visiting hummingbirds’ vacation here. They hum, buzz, chirp, and fence with each other beginning in August, but the fall weather– less humidity, acorns falling, cool breezes, clear skies– seems to hurry them on their way, much sooner than we hope. It is always an honor to be nearly skewered each time we walk out onto the porch. See y’all in the spring– bring me back a tan from Mexico.
October skies are clear, blue and peach paint the sunset nightly.
Guitars, güiro, trumpets, trombones, vocalists enlivened the stage tonight with energy, lifting sweaty people of all colors and backgrounds from their seats. Always a party– anyone always welcomed with opened arms and swaying hips.
“America is not a country. It is a continent divided into 3 parts: North America, Central America, and South America. It is my belief that anyone should be free to move here with good intentions.”
We danced in place; now my feet ache. We watched the sun go down. One man, though, danced with such intensity and longevity that I don’t think he will walk properly tomorrow morning. He managed to fan himself, smoke, and drink… all while dancing vivaciously. He was the highlight.
Tamales punctuated our evening, with a scorching chili paste chaser– an appropriately warm ending to quite a sultry day.
The sky looks different when autumn arrives; it’s almost as if I can feel the cooler breeze, lighter air just gazing out.
My imagination is vital during the rest of the year, pretending that it feels as good as fall, no matter the weather.
The sky is clear of clouds, continuing forever it seems, until the sunset illuminates the ones coasting in, carrying a cold-front in their wake.
Just looking out of my shaded window, I feel a cooler breeze on my cheeks, acorns crunching beneath my heels, and the smell of pumpkin pie spice, as if it was warming my kitchen like the sun on the horizon clouds.
In the warm autumn breeze that tickled the trees’ leaves, I filled my watering can full and watched as it pooled in the overflow pan under my rose. Would you happen to know what jumped up as I tipped the plate dry? A sweet little toad, with water dripping from his toes!