When rain removes the crispness of fall leaves, it's rain that has fallen on my harvest parade. Refuge indoors with chili, soup and other kitchen activities will help warm me. Need a bit of furnace, too. Sweatshirts. Flannel shirts. Fleece blankets. All in play.
Time with my son warms the soul like good soup. He'll be off to college next year, so remaining time is treasured. Busy as he is, this scatters that. Sundays are fun, with the Vikings on TV, volume down, and Paul Allen on the radio, volume up! He is the master! TV announcers are pitifully bland.
Kitchen radio seems more appreciated this time of year. Garrison Keillor is back at it, slowed none by a minor stroke. Prepping that Saturday night meal, cutting board positioned front row to my tuck-under-the-cupboard radio, is so very pleasant.
Friendship trumps chill. I enjoy my network of friends on the John Prine Shrine, lovable goofballs who are a joy to e-speak with. And sometimes we actually meet!
My circle of locals friends are special in that we manage to avoid negative conversation. Some of us are self-proclaimed mighty hunters. The turkeys and deer might dis-agree! Our bunch has taken to fly-fishing, too. Wading in the Root river, water rippling, trying to position that fly just right in the pool which might contain a trophy, is a big chug of relaxation.
Those leaves will dry eventually. Hope to burn a few. Ooo that smell!
The year races by.
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Leaves were falling, just like embers...
ReplyDeleteIn colors red and gold...they set us on fire...
You're right RS - there's just something about the fall...and the smell of those burning leaves...it's just magical.