A Certain Coolness To The Breeze

"Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, 
and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a  sense of sadness and departure."
-   Thomas Wolfe

Sitting here, drinking coffee, watching the sun reach for the top of the sky, I hear leaves dropping from the ficus tree in the backyard and I welcome the fall.

Fred opens the windows and says it's cool outside.

Disbelieving, I open the door to the back patio, scaring the squirrel eating his breakfast.

He chatters loudly.

The parrot in the neighbors lanai can whistle like a phone ringing and he always makes me smile.

The leaves are everywhere and continue to fall but never completely undress the tree. My yard looks abandoned. What witch lives here and never wanders out to pull weeds and plant herbs or gather mushrooms?

Even the spiders seem to have grown tired of their webs and forgotten this place. Waiting for the coolness of "winter" is an endless exercise in patience for most Floridians. It's wonderful to have warmth in the winter but summer almost dries you out, so completely, that it's difficult to remember that when it's in the 90's and 100% humid outside.

It's quiet without the noise of the air conditioner.

The breeze blows through the cattails and the light seems different somehow.

Less intense.

Softer, perhaps.

I was using Stumble Upon and I found soft sculpture by Melissa Sue Stanley and I feel inspired to go thread a needle and create something.

Thankful for the change that only this new season can bring.

Can it be the 6th of November already?

I feel time quickening, running faster to get to the end of this year and on to the next. Twenty Ten awaits.

I never thought I'd live this long.

Where are the flying cars?

The Barbarella suits?

Have a lovely weekend my friends.

love,

Calamity Kim and Earl the squirrel