Marching to the beat of a different drum. 🍎

Happy GLORIOUS Monday - 🍎🍏

I have a busy week ahead, and I’m as prepared as I can be for Wednesday.

 Unless I totally forgot something 😱  

As the days shorten and cooler temperatures fill the air, the season begins to slowly transform into a tapestry of autumn colors with the rustle of the dry summer leaves on the ground. Although the vibrant piles of colorful leaves have yet to appear, it is as if they are whispering a gentle reminder to everyone that Autumn is just around the corner.

I can hear it!

The defiant side of me is quite headstrong. No pumpkins for me at this moment! I've consistently chosen apples for September, and I plan to stick with that. During my childhood, apples were for September, and pumpkins were reserved for October. September marks the peak of apple harvests, and to be honest, they often get overlooked. However, everything has its payback, as Halloween and Christmas always overshadow Thanksgiving in the retail scene. 

I don't understand the rush to get through the Fall, especially since we often talk about how quickly time flies. In my area, the trees don't change color until late October or November, and sometimes we still have leaves in December. If I lived somewhere with earlier Fall colors, I might feel differently - I’d still include apples and pomegranates! Everyone has their preferences, and I'm fine sticking to mine.

I've always had this schedule in my mind, likely stemming from my childhood and the way my mom organized the holidays.

August is sunflowers

Sept is apples and pomegranates 

October was always "just" Halloween. 

November is plain pumpkins and squash

December is Christmas or Thanksgiving weekend. 

This allows me to fully appreciate each month for its unique beauty rather than merging three months into one long sea of orange and pumpkins. 

September by John Updike 

The breezes taste

Of apple peel.

The air is full

Of smells to feel-

Ripe fruit, old footballs,

Burning brush,

New books, erasers,

Chalk, and such.

The bee, his hive,

Well-honeyed hum,

And Mother cuts

Chrysanthemums.

Like plates washed clean

With suds, the days

Are polished with

A morning haze.

The weather sure is hinting at the arrival of Fall, with a coolness we haven't seen in weeks. And the first sign of rain is in our forecast. It’s clear that nature is gearing up; the storm door of winter, promising that coveted wet gold, is ever so slightly creaking open.

DO NOT BE DECEIVED

This is not the time to pack away the shorts and tank tops! This is merely a week of a deceptive Autumn period - a mind game.  We've experienced some of our warmest temperatures in September or October, but it does fill me with HOPE that my absolute favorite season is on its way. 

I have this cherished stained glass plate, intricately crafted with vibrant colors that catch the light beautifully. At its center, a candle sits, casting a glow that illuminates the artwork behind it. 

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Until Next Time, 

Debby