Autumn

The weather has cooled, and we were visited yesterday by the first rain of the season. (Yes, those weeds will sure be having a fun time in our dead front yard!) My daughter called from Lake Tahoe; she was on her way up to Alpine Meadows to see the first snow fall. We rarely get storms this early in the season--normally we get a nice storm about two weeks before Halloween--just in time to drench and blow all the yard decorations away!

With this first rain, my thoughts turned to soups and homemade bread, and with that in mind, I stopped at the grocery store on my way home from work and bought a bunch of convenience food. Contrary, aren't I?! To tell you the truth, when I looked at the packaged and prepared soups, everything that appealed to me seemed quite high in calories and fat, so I bypassed those. And since this hot-soup mood struck while I was at work, I wasn't able to hunt through my cookbooks for a few suitable recipes. But I did buy a tomato basil bisque something-or-other soup and thought it would be mighty tasty on a chilly Autumn evening with a grilled ham and cheese sandwich! (Okay, HALF a sandwich made with low fat butter, low fat cheese, and lean ham--kinda takes all the fun out of it, doesn't it?! Still good though!) So maybe that's dinner tonight.

Somehow, I didn't feel much like quilting. What I really felt like doing was curling up in bed in a pair of warm jammies with a good book, so that's what I did. It had been much too long since I did that. Why? Imponderable, I think! But I always seem to think somewhere at the back of my mind that I need to be productive.

Before I hopped into bed, though, I went looking on the internet for an Autumn poem--complete and total Autumn surrender and immersion here! Boy, won't I be surprised when Indian summer arrives and the temps climb up into the 80s again! But, until that happens, I'm going to enjoy the feeling Autumn brings and I'll share a bit with you.

This is one of the poems I found. It's by Marilyn Lott--I don't know who she is, but I enjoyed her poems--they seemed to invoke images of the season.

AUTUMN’S GLOW

There is something about autumn
That brings out such earthiness
Gold leaves adorn bushes and trees
Like an artist with a brilliant brush

Once the leaves dry on the trees
Then the wind begins to blow
It’s a special time of year for me
Because I love autumn so

The cold dry air it seems
Prepares the leaves to fall
Mother Nature’s special time
Yes, it’s the best of all

What a dazzling way to end
The year as winter nears
The way leaves let loose
And drop like nature’s tears

Oh yes, I love those golden days
Dreamy with autumn’s glow
It makes me smile because I do
Love the season of autumn so!

Enjoy the season!