One of these days I'm going to put out an all points bulletin. It will say Missing from my hill in Luna, Missouri, one season, goes by Fall, or Autumn. If seen, please send it my way!
Yes, Fall is missing. We have had a few chilly mornings and evenings. Heavy fog and mist. Some trees are showing color other than dull green or duller brown. I see maples, some gum trees, some hickory that are doing their best to show-off. But that certain something is not there.
Too warm. Way too warm for this time of year. Roses are blooming. Lots of bugs are still thinking it is summer. And the other day I think I saw a flock of geese headed...North?!! If the birds are confused you can imagine how mixed up the rest of nature is. Butterflies are still filling up on the still blooming flowers in my field. And even the meadowlarks are singing a sort-of spring song. They are trying to figure out what is going on too, I'm sure.
Fall is one of my favorite times of year. Crispy leaves under foot, cool wind blowing against me as I trudge my few miles a day. I haven't even gotten out my heavier coat for my morning walk. I miss the smell of wood smoke from my neighbor's stove down in the valley. We have our stove up and ready to go. But no need for a little warm up in the morning or a fire to take off the chill in the evening. The sky looks like a Fall sky...that certain blue that only this time of year can bring. The air has taken on that quality that seems as if it could be in a Renaissance tapestry. But even with all the support crew, Fall has failed to make its appearance here on my hill.
Maybe it is waiting in the wings. Ready for its grand entrance. Spectacular. Wonderful. Breath-taking.
So if you see Fall lurking somewhere in your backyard or field, send it my way. And tell it to hurry. Winter is just around the corner!
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