I am a couple of days late – but we had a couple of days that felt like the dog-days of late summer, hot and humid. I have a hard time keeping my energy up on those days. But that didn’t stop Julie and I from fully experiencing the joy of this special seasonal day.
It was a glorious sunrise with golden skies that cast a glow over the whole world making even the most common beautiful. I didn’t get any photos of this glory because I was hurrying to pick Julie up at 7:30. Next week we will have start a little earlier but we commented on how fast we are loosing daylight hours. I also looked for the sun in the wrong place when we were going past favorite photo sites – the sun has migrated south.
The sunlight is softer as it lowers in the southern sky – and we also had a thin haze of clouds that helped to deflect the harshness of direct sunlight.
I found that I was pulled to the beauty of the most common of road-side scenes. They were different because of a slight change to fall colors and the natural progression of plants as they prepare to cast their seeds for a chance of survive for another year.
Our senses also told us it was fall because the crows become the dominate bird-call, along with geese and sand hill cranes who are flocking and making lots of noise. We marveled at the large swaths of wild asters blooming along the roads. Julie said that they grow in little bouquets.
Our last stop along the dirt roads was at a pumpkin patch. This tells us that October is fast approaching.
Wherever your dot on the map is, I hope you will take note of the changes that come as we enter another season of nature and life. Feel free to link your post in the comments so we can all enjoy what autumn looks like in your neighborhood. Happy Autumn Equinox.
Transition day, moving from summer into autumn. Probably my favorite time of year, especially when I am experiencing it. We are having a week of beautiful weather after a rainy weekend. That doesn’t bother me now that I’m retired, and I took advantage of all this by working in my garden this morning. The Black-eyed Susans are ready to be cut down, but it was such a good year that they got a bit unruly – along with the Gooseneck and Daisies.
I want to dig them up where they are unwelcome, where they are claiming squatter’s rights where I want other plants to grow. I did as much as my body allowed, and I think JB will do some this afternoon, and maybe I can hire the neighbor boy to help when he gets home from school.
I feel sadness when I see my flowers produce seed and die down, but that is their purpose, what they are suppose to do. It would normally get me thinking about our human purpose in life – but not today. Today I am feeling the pull towards autumn. I am wanting to clean my flower beds so I will be able to see the new green growth, that will become dormant until the spring winds and sun warm the earth.
I am in a celebratory mood. I feel the excitement of the change. With the cooler weather and lower humidity we are savoring the comfort foods of fall. JB says it is time to put the comforter on the bed – and the flannel sheets may also feel good. Here in lower Michigan we have about equal amounts of night and day. The early evening darkness with the 7:30 sunset means that I want to go to bed at 8:00. I often wonder what life was like in the most northern and southern regions of our planet before electricity. Are we designed to semi-hibernate for the winter? I feel the call to migrate south with the birds.