The smells, the color, the coolness of fall is near. I don’t feel it today because it is well into the 80’s and humid. It’s been this way since Monday and not expected to let up until Sunday or Monday. Summer is keeping a tight grip, refusing to let go. I welcome it, although it’s meant that the windows are closed and the A/C runs 24/7.
But that doesn’t keep mother nature’s fall from turning Queen Ann’s Lace into dried-up appendages of brown and green.
Nor does it keep her from wilting the coneflowers and casting one lone bloom into death.
The kids are back in school and this is the last week of pre-season football. The summer shoes and sandals are on the sales rack and tank tops are 70% off, if you can find one in your size. The community pools are closed for the season and the community itself prepares for a long Labor Day weekend.
The goldenrod stands bright as a summer sun, yet knowingly flags on September 23, 2015.
Blackish berries on the tree remind us that a black cocoon borne from milkweed has already unleashed its orange and black Monarch. Frank is undoubtedly on his way south, heading toward his fall and winter home.
Fall. The season that many people love for the bright reds of an oak and hate because of what comes after. It’s a season of homecoming, bonfires, Halloween costumes, carved pumpkins and pumpkin pie. A season of sweaters and Lands’ End jackets. Of frost on the windshield and the grand opening of a Costco. Seasonal decorations and early holiday shopping. A welcome coolness from the heat and humidity of summer’s scorch.
A time when wildflowers and green grass wave hello to a new season.
It is near.