Putting Away Summer

"Just a year ago she remembered, she had stood at that same window putting the summer away and preparing to enjoy the autumn. And here she was again: only this time it wasn't chrysanthemums she was rearranging, but values." -Mrs. Miniver

I have been putting away summer. Relieved that autumn has come at last. This morning it was hot and muggy and finally the rain came and broke the summer. Autumn is here.

Often I find myself in the middle of mundane tasks and I think, "This is my now, my present. One day I will think this same thing and this moment will be a memory just like all of the other moments when I have acklnowledge the present."

September Deliberations

The problem with September is deciding what to wear.
The weather is still fine and it is perfectly acceptable to wear light summer clothes but the smell in the air and the angle of the sun suggests fall, long trousers and cozy knits. Boots and stylish scarves.
Each day I stand in my closet debating whether to wear my garden dress for possibly last time this year or wasting the sunshine and wearing my jeans...

Recumbent

I am sick. Properly sick or maybe Mrs. Miniver would say with a delicate vagueness that I was "laid low". I'm suffering in stoic semi-silence (wherein I only complain to people who ask me how I feel or to people who accidentally get close enough to be coughed on). But it would be better if I had a Scottish nurse to watch my Vins and Judys and Tobys and to deliver hardscrabble advice along with mustard plasters. (No fancy tisane for her.)

She would rout this thing fully.