The topography of the farm came
clear: the steep, high reach of the mountains behind, the narrow drainage of
the valley below. It occurred to her how
much was obscured in summer by the leaves.
With all those reassuring walls of green, a person could not see the end
of anything. Summer was the season of
denial.
Flight Behavior
Barbara Kingsolver
There's no denial here today. There's a chill in the air that prompted me to start a pot of turkey stock after breakfast. The carcass leftover from last night's quasi Thanksgiving feast at the in laws. Grilled turkey, stuffing, and green beans were on the menu. After dinner, the kids spent more time keeping warm in the hot tub than the pool. Fall is still weeks away, but summer vacation ends today. I have to label all Miss Bit's school supplies and pack T. Bone a lunch for tomorrow. I'll probably make a special dinner and perhaps a hot, sweet breakfast too. None of us are really ready to give up our freedom, but so it goes. Today will be about endings and beginnings. We'll be eking out the last few hours of summer bliss and gearing up for the start of a new school year. Today we'll be saying goodbye to summer 2013 and hello to fourth and seventh grades. My Mom always used to say, What's the alternative? We go forward a grade, summer turns to fall, time marches on. It is what it is.
