introspective periscope : peeking inside since Y2K ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- autumn setting in midafternoon - 2nd october, 2004 "its rainin' in baltimore, baby, but everything else it the same."~counting crows last night, as we sat next to each other at the zenith, carl munching vegan stuffed grape leaves and i on my munster and apple platter, he said that he loved this time of year. he said that it always made him think of his mother and how she hated this time of year because everything was dying. i think that carl's mother was a sad person...this is the most colorful and hopeful of times, to me. i think that there is so much to love about this time of year...that you finally reap the benefits of a year of toils. when the fruit is the sweetest; when the air is most crisp and warmth is appreciated fully. this is my favorite time of year. they said it's going to go down to 35 degrees on tuesday night. tomorrow is a football sunday. the leaves on my potted herbs are looking less than lush and have grown so tall that they are bending on their own weight, having reached for the sun all season. tomorrow, i will reap what harvest there is left to reap and dry their leaves and crush them and bottle them for winter seasoning and incense. i will ready some to bring inside to keep through the winter. tomorrow, i will make the first big cauldron of chili while the menfolk in my life watch the games on television, my house alive with chatter and food smells and ripeness. tomorrow, i will feel cold dirt on my fingertips as i pull out the roots from the pots of earth on my porch and knock loose the dirt and clean the pots for next spring's flowers and herbs and vegetables. i am ready for autumn. i wish i could light a bonfire and burn the things which i am ready to leave behind...the parts of me that i no longer need. i understand samhain in a new way and look forward to each day of this month. it's time for new layers and new textures and new ways to stay warm. its time for wools and tweeds and corderoys and a new pair of boots. i love watching the hill across the river turn colors, the trees unbroken by houses, the view more beautiful the deeper into the year we get. we feasted last night on ripe fall salsas and beans and tofu and fresh bread and cheese. he said that his mother thought everything was dying and that she loved the spring because it came back. i think his mother was a sad woman and a bit out of touch...because it occurred to me that, without this dying off, this putting away of things, so to speak...we could not have the rebirth that she spoke of. we could not have that buzz of youth each spring after spring. this is the time that makes spring possible. this is the beginning of the wheel of the year. i think carl's mother missed the point. xoxo, kittens. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .what came before. - .what happened next. a diamond at the bottom of the drain - 20 october 2017 |
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