Monday, September 5, 2011

turning leaves

The rain so soothing last night, the soft rush of breeze and comforting grey, for melancholy music and the first preludes of the autumnal. Last year at this time as my living situation unraveled, I had driven out to the End of Civilization to stargaze caffeinated with my east-siders, but a year later I find the unplanned more solitude ever more comforting, as I settle in, having been here almost a year now, seeing the garden begin to go to seed, even as the zinnias and sunflowers are vibrant for awhile longer, as I'm ripping out more mint and pulling out weeds grown way too tall, where did August go, do I really miss it all that much...

It'd be a good day for museums if they were open, but it's sufficient for introversion, for reading books and pondering, for fighting the inevitable entropy of apartment life, not having to be anywhere until much later, beginning to tune out the warplanes flying overhead for the airshow at the lake, cup after cup of tea. I need days like this more often.

3 comments:

Randal Graves said...

You know you want your own Harrier jet. No more traffic snarls and if any Bright Young Things act up, kaboom.

I'm loving the clouds (and it's cooler, WOO), but a smidgen less rain would be nice (damn mowing). Think the city would frown upon me turning the front lawn into a vegetable garden?

Anonymous said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcSQ5nae6y0

thatgirl said...

Randal,
I'm reminded of a bumper sticker that asks Who Would Jesus Bomb, to which my answer is I'd still rather have a flying carpet with teleporting capabilities or some other swanky transportation that doesn't kill people.

I'd say yes, though your landlord/The Man might have issues with your attempting Traktoristy epicness in the front yard, but someone's got to feed the masses. Maybe you could get an exemption as an endangered deer refuge or something.

dmf,
I'm going to watch this once I'm able to get a non-crummy connection...