There comes a day in August when you read the signs, the subtle little signs of a shift in seasons.
Today was the day. I sensed, rather than saw, a faint gold tinge in the landscape, and the bay gleamed like a thousand azure diamonds in the morning sun. I watched a trio of mallards float and dip their way across the cove. The traffic was heavy as my husband and I made our way to the farm market to buy onions, cucumbers, zucchini and summer squash.
The sunsets are saffron and misty. The crickets, slow to favor us with their song this year, are finally here.
I've been stocking up on wool and corduroy jackets in colors like burgundy, aubergine and pumpkin. The sales at the mall just now are incredible, and you can see the sunset there, unobstructed. The birds are flocking together on high wires, planning their trip south.
I love the smell of new school supplies, and although my student days are long past and I no longer teach at the university, I always make sure I buy a few new pens and highlighters and notebooks. Old habits die hard.
Labor Day Weekend is the real beginning of the year for most of us. For me it is a good time to make new plans, new resolutions.
Meanwhile, I continue to enjoy the best of summer food with samples of fall fare, too.
What are you up to?