Don't get me wrong--I do love autumn. The new crispiness in the air in the early morning that makes it just a little harder to get out of bed. The colors, and the cooler temps that let me stay outside transplanting and digging a little longer. And the sky! A color only seen in October--clear and a blue that's impossible any other time of year.
Fall has only one drawback, as far as I can see ~ it proceeds winter. Dread winter. Not my friend at all.
I went outside with my first cup of coffee this morning, like I always do when the weather is fine. It was wonderful~not a cloud~just brightness and light and beauty. Clear and full of life. I saw this:
and these:
And Spats:
You can barely see his cutest part~that little white tip on the end of his tail. He came to us from God knows where. Just moved into the back yard, refuses all offers of comfort and ease in the house, only wants food and a little stroking now and then. I'm the same (except for that inside the house part), and we understand each other.
He belonged to someone--he's a not-too-old neutered male. Why did he leave, or did someone leave him~I wonder about these things.
And anyway--the flowers! They aren't quitting and I also wonder at the resilience of these lovelies that dwell in my yard for a season out of the year. They want to live~give them a little soil and the sort of sun they like and they give you the miracle of such beauty coming from a tiny seed. And they keep going as long as they can~all for a chance to be there next year. To keep the beauty going.
I got new wool in yesterday. So in honor of the flowers and their defiance of the season, I'm going to be dying some yummy roving this week. Others may acknowledge fall. The flowers and I are pretending summer never ends.
If you love spinning, look for them here. Give me a couple days~I may be outside drinking coffee with Spats and the flowers.
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