Skip to main content

A Morning Musing

It is dark this morning, right now shortly before 6:00 am. One part of the darkness is the clouds, certainly, but another part is the season’s evolving from summer to fall. Autumn’s delights are sneaking in. The hints are there to the watchful eye. Of course, for me, it’s not so dreadful a thing. This is my favorite season. For so many, it is summer, with its warmth and, I guess, lower clothing requirements. Me, I love jackets and sweaters, as well as the cool crispness of the air. This light chill is a delight, though the burning pain of bruising cold winter is less delightful. Perhaps it was my early childhood in New England, as I remember the red maple and oak leaves. Perhaps it is because my birthday is in October, and I’ve been operantly conditioned for a pleasurable response to autumn (oh, B.F. Skinner, how you’ve taken the delight out of life!). Forgive me, if you will, the delight I take in the change, dear friend summer. I wish you no ill, and look forward to your return next year.

Comments

Oh autumn is coming and I'm SO excited for it! It's my favorite season. I bake like gangbusters, with mostly pumpkin ingredients.

Also love the sweaters.

Yesterday was rather summerlike, but we did one of my favorite things to do on an early autumn day - walk downtown, grab coffee, go to farmers market, get locally grown ingredients and locally made foodstuffs, come home and COOK!
Carl said…
I love heading to the market...after the tourists have gone home. There is no malice for said tourists, the crowds do make the market a bit uncomfortable.

Oh, and another autumn gift: scarves!

Popular posts from this blog

Memories of Seattle: A Haiku

So many years here
Dramatic changes flowed past
Much lost with the gains


If you enjoyed this haiku, please take a look at the others I've written, or more of my writings about Seattle. And please subscribe to get my posts via email. 

Sign Board

Updated 12/16/14: The original site this was hosted on has gone the way of the dodo. I like this, so here found this and got the image back online.  


Here is the farm this references.

Learn About An Indian-American Couple Who Adopted White Children

This article, over at Huffington Post, provides a different look at race in America.

We’re Indian-American With Adopted White Children And Here’s What People Ask Us

A lovely, gentle piece exploring a mother's love for her children, both from birth and from adoption. I particularly enjoy the voice she adopted.

Some great lines in there. My favorite: "The hyphen will define us more than the terms themselves...", which tells a big part of the story about race in the United States right now.

I doubt Ms. Iyer thought much about the social experiment she would be opening up. I expect, simply, that she and her husband followed their hearts and opened their homes.

She opened my mind with her writing. I hope the same for you.