It is sad but I only have a few photos documenting my childhood. This is the only photo I know of from which an enlargement was made, a rarity outside the annual school photo. My parents were just not photographers.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. – George Eliot
Spinzilla arrived in the wee hours of the night on October 5th and I got off to a slow start as I was in Michigan until Tuesday night visiting this little bundle of joy.
Autumn has been unbelievably grey here in West Michigan, interspersed with days of rain. The sun has evidently gone on an extended holiday.
However, the foliage has taken up the cause and has been doing an amazing job of bringing color to the grey days. The veritable gleam that the golden sentinels radiates as brightly as the sun would. The grey of the day seems to intensify this effect and the occasional interjection of some crimson, orange, and bright red leaves seem to add richness to the tapestry covering the land. I have yet to get out and photograph any of this gloriousness for which I am feeling decidedly guilty.
I have done some autumnal baking, however, unleashing the aromas of fall in my home. Apples and cinnamon surely must have an aphrodisiac quality, don’t you think? I have plans to go to Cranes this weekend with the boy child and get some cider and cider donuts. Just the thing for what ails you.
My writing mojo seems to have abruptly departed and we have gone from balmy days with the ceiling fans gently stirring a subtle breeze to having had to turn the heat on, and all before the end of September.
I cannot recall ever having to turn the heat on this early. This does not bode well at all, Gentle Reader…
Can you say “High Heat Bills”?
That thought does not thrill me so this weekend I am doing some major winterizing, or at least acquiring the necessary supplies with which to do so! My hope is that Fickle Summer will tease us again with warm days and balmy nights before Old Man Winter settles in for the duration!
I was surprised how many leaves are already turning, seemingly overnight. However, on my drive to work there is a smattering of brightly colored trees, the unwitting sentinels of the arrival of autumn. I will also take a bit of a drive this weekend to see if I cannot capture some of their majesty in picture.
I leave you with the genius of Chet Baker and Paul Desmond and their rendition of Autumn Leaves… enjoy.
Have a great weekend!