Hint of Fall, or Acorns R Us

There must be a faint hint of fall in the air. Why else would one make a cup of hot cocoa when the outside temperature is 86 degrees Farenheit? It was only 81 when I made it, if that accounts for anything. 

A “slight chance of scattered showers” hovered above the house briefly, temporarily dimming the brightness of Mr. Sun. He knew how fickle they were, and waited patiently for them to move on to greener roofs.

Stepping outside, the scent of summer no longer lingers. It has been pushed aside and replaced with an earthy, dried-grass smell. It won’t be long now until the signs and symptoms of hay fever appear.

Why must the beauty of each season have a down-side?  

In spring, green brightens everything with a layer of pollen, causing many to have itchy eyes and sneezy noses; yet it brings forth beautiful blossoms. The warmth of summer causes all things to burst forth with life, from weeds, poison ivy and mosquitoes, to the fruit of our garden labors. Autumn, much like spring in the seasonal-allergy department, brings those long-awaited cooler temperatures, and jellyfish to the seashore. Winter’s snow–we aren’t even going to go there! 

Maybe the question should be, why are we blessed with a bounty of beauty concurrent with the seasonal changes which wreak havoc with our sensitivities? 

Do you have a favorite season, and why?




Circle of Life–Autumn


Image courtesy of Vintage Workshop

I’ve been procrastinating clinging to the memories of a summer that ended too soon. Sigmund Freud defined denial as a defense mechanism, “in which a person is faced with a fact that is too uncomfortable to accept and rejects it instead, insisting that it is not true despite what may be overwhelming evidence.” (Wikipedia)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

Image courtesy of Vintage Workshop

 Seeing today is the last day of October, and daylight savings time ends this weekend (for those of us who’ve been chosen to participate in it), I suppose it must really be fall.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Last week, the temperatures took a nosedive, a nor’easter came to town, some areas of the country got snow, and my body kicked into hibernation mode. I am now ready to proclaim that autumn has arrived. 

Image courtesy of Vintage Workshop
















Five for Friday–or Six, or Ten…

I feel like I’ve been goofing off this week, what with all the  sand sculpture photos. So, today your patience is being tested rewarded. Wednesday was such a pretty day, I took my camera for a walk. Since I don’t have a dog. Besides, one can’t use a dog to take pictures, and they tend to scare the wildlife, anyway. I do a good enough job of that on my own. 

As you can see, the fungus is still thriving in our area. These are almost big enough to live in. If you’re quite small, that is. 

A cloudless blue expanse enveloped the earth.

The geese gathered at their usual hangout.

The squirrels appear to be hanging out, too, but they were busily collecting acorns until rudely interrupted and asked to pose for a photo op.

Leaves beginning to change, and other signs of autumn:

And there goes the heron I startled. Guess I need to work on my stalking technique.  Have a great weekend!