The autumnal equinox arrives. The long shadows of fall days are upon us. I am not pleased; as I’ve noted before autumn is my least favorite season. During winter I have something to look forward to.
This is the time of the yellow flowers. Country roadsides are filled with goldenrod and camphor-weed here in the Georgia Piedmont. And the beetles have a heyday. I think goldenrod is a singles bar for those beetles. They eat pollen but don’t seem to digest much of it. Maybe it’s margaritas for beetles?
And I have to confess – I’m skidding toward my 90th birthday this fall. It’s been the Summer of Sciatica and I’m not in the best shape, but not ready to surrender. There are parties to plan, Thanksgiving coming up. And there’s a little red wood-burning stove up at the cabin that calls to me. A book signing at the Watkinsville Wall of Books next weekend is there on the calendar.
Maybe Autumn isn’t all that bad.
September 21, 2017
“You gotta try your luck at least once each day, because you could be going around lucky all day and not even know it.” – Jimmy Dean.