Lately when I take Charlie out in the middle of the night there is an ever so slight nip in the air, the harbinger of fall around the corner. Still in the day, the temps rise, and it’s as though what I felt at night was a mere mirage.
But that is the way of the seasons changing. Just a bit at a time normally. Unless Mother Nature decides to throw a wrench in things and bring on cold weather before we’ve had a chance to adjust to cool.
At least this year I have my pretty French doors to gaze through out to my patio, which makes it extra special.
I sit here and gaze at the big sun on the fence as it changes color with age. I’ve had that sun for over 10 years and it’s still beautiful. I think I paid $35 for that huge thing in Texas. Now the sight of it is broken up by the white panes in the French door.
Grasshoppers are abundant right now. Big and small. Some look like aliens.
I hope this ugly thing doesn’t make its way indoors.
The butterflies are drunk on the morning glories. The bees on the sedum autumn joy. Everything is as it’s supposed to be.
The lesson to be learned is that nature giveth and it taketh away. It brings spring flowers and then the heat of summer turns them brown and dry.
Autumn turns the leaves brilliant colors of red and orange and gold. And then the winds sweep in and blow them to the ground.
The trees are then stark and bare for months until spring comes dancing in with jonquils and tulips and daffodils.
Random memories come to me in the morning, and that is typically what I end up telling you about.
This morning I was remembering a blue and white striped ticking couch I found at a garage sale in New Braunfels, Texas when I lived there in the nineties.
It was $60, a bit out of my budget, but I splurged and enjoyed that couch for years.
Then when tornadoes mowed down many homes near Oklahoma City in the late nineties, I was back living in Oklahoma, and I donated that couch to some anonymous family who had lost everything.
Hard to imagine your home being intact one minute and then blown to bits the next. I hope they enjoyed that couch as much as I did.
These random things come to mind for whatever reason. And then I sometimes hand them over to you.