When i took the dogs (yes, that says dogs, I have yet ANOTHER over night guest, I just can't say no to the furry guys) out this morning the smell of Fall surrounded me the minute I walked out the door. It had rained over night and the patio was once again covered with fallen leaves. It didn't come as a shock, I'd been planning for it for awhile. I'd spent almost the entire day on Sunday changing over my closet, putting away the summer skirts and flip flops, and taking out the jeans and wool sweaters (and sweating in the process,thinking it may be a little too soon). Of course I knew Fall was here, Tuesday was my 8 year wedding anniversary, the date originally picked because of the time of year, the way we both loved the very end of summer, Indian summer, if you will, and all it reminded us of. So I plan to stay in bed a little longer on my days off, enjoying the breeze coming through the open window and pulling the blankets up over my our shoulders. I will stop and linger over the warm evening glow as it peeks through the window,which ends earlier and earlier each day now.
Everything around us takes on a slower pace, and an afternoon nap doesn't seem so strange.
The iced tea and fresh mint is replaced with warm sweet Chai Tea. And as I page through the recepies that warm the heart, in my head I'm making plans for pumpkin picking, and perhaps a trip to the country to pick up a new member of our family.
as the temperatures turn more & more pleasant, and the sky, both in the morning and the evening take on the colors of an oil painting as opposed to the watercolor skies of summer, I'm still holding on. As I pack up the Madras skirts and bathing suit (thinking to myself that none of these items got enough use these past months) I'm still holding on, as I breeze past the basil, already going to seed, as I change the bedsheets, adding an extra blanket to the end of the bed, I can't help holding on. I'm just not quite ready to close the windows and turn up the heat. I'm not ready for stews and soups, and baking instead of grilling. And then, I find myself in J Crew, hands running uncontrollably over the new cashmere sweaters, and I think to myself, (or maybe i said it out loud), "Good Bye Summer, I'll miss you, until next year. You always give me something to look forward to". This week is a week of waiting, waiting to pick up my very own copy of Photojojo:the book.
I'm also waiting for David Gray's new album to be released, also waiting season premier of House. And on a much smaller note, I can't wait till Monday, to get my hair cut & colored, to look halfway human again. Maybe this small act will help the sadness of the fading tan and the fading daylight.