A few mornings ago, I followed the path around the house to check out the last blooms of summer. Fall has been announcing its approach with a certain crispness in the morning air and I thought I should record these summer blossoms before frost arrived and they were no longer smiling up at me. First, there was the misty blue blossoms of the Caryopteris, surrounded by the orange-gold Rudbeckia blossoms (Black-eyed Susan). It is an annual tradition, this sharing of a photo of these two beauties blossoming in accord, complimenting one another.
And the Rugosa Rose – the name of this variety will come to me in the dark hours of the night, I’m sure, but it certainly is not making itself known now. I hate that – when the name of something, or the word, is on the tip of my tongue and my brain refuses to acknowledge it.
The summer has been lovely, for the most part. It has been diminished somewhat by the days that smoke from the wildfires in Northern California or in the mountains to the northwest of us filters in, darkening our skies, coloring our sunrises and sunsets, and irritating our nostrils and lungs, causing allergies to awaken and then stay awake – making life a little less energetic and the mind a little less active and alert. But this is temporary – I keep reminding myself. The sad thing is that we are predicted to have another very dry winter, which means heightened fire hazards again next year. Is there a way to have allergies removed? The other morning I happened to look out my window at just the right moment, to catch a photo of the smoke-enhanced sun rising over the hills to our east.
And the night before, I happened to walk outside just in time to catch the rise of the waning Harvest Moon. This lucky happenstance occurred because I have a poor memory – and I had suddenly remembered I had set a sprinkler much earlier in the day in an area that has not been getting hit by the sprinkler system. I ran back into the house to grab my camera. Only to be unable to capture decent shots hand-holding the camera, so I ran back in to get the tripod. Still not satisfied with the shots – so, man up woman, I said to myself. This camera has manual settings – work it out! Which I did – making myself feel rather stupid for being unable to figure it out on a previous attempt, but also making myself feel quite righteous at having captured this shot:
Gep, are you proud of me? That’s the son, who always encourages me to learn about this stuff.
These are just the early signs of fall, a favorite season of mine. Fall and spring, each of which I think should be at least four months long, leaving two months for summer heat and two months for winter cold. I think that’s fair. The changes in the length of the seasons will not, of course, affect the length of summer break for those of you who teach. That will remain the same. It will just occur during more comfortable weather. Now, if someone would just give me that control . . .