Monday was officially the first day of autumn and by golly I had to put on a sweater in the morning. The temperatures and the calendar were a perfect match. It’s been about 40 degrees here every morning this week and then by mid afternoon we work our way back around to clear sunshine and the sweater is too much which is why there are jackets aplenty already in the lost and found at the school. Hoodies when they get out of the car and t shirts when they get back in. By early evening there is the cheery smell of woodsmoke curling around the village. Yesterday I found every kind of ball laying around various parts of the yard and rolled up the hose for what will surely be the last time.
Nobody has told the tomatoes yet though and so I will need to make up a batch of warm German potato salad to hearty up the BLTs made with fresh basil and fat juicy tomatoes that just won’t quit. I made a big pot of sauce today and dozens of those tomatoes will be in steaming plates of spinach lasagna tonight which tricks the summer flavors into something with a little more autumn substance.
The sunshine is yellow and fine and it dances off the colorful leaves bathing our house in the warm earthy colors of fall. I played the pumpkin gypsy game today and now the porches are happy little still lifes with tall corn stalks and Cinderella pumpkins grinning at everybody who comes up the lane. I like those round storybook pumpkins in deepest orange. And I love it when they have their stems. The look like little characters wearing hats, and you just figure that they must be up to something like maybe they somehow manage to sing songs around the fire while we are asleep.
I had a client meeting yesterday just an hour or so away from Mt Holyoke where our daughter is a sophomore. She has no classes on Tuesday afternoon so I ran over there and we had lunch and lingered, laughing, not wanting to say goodbye. So we didn’t. I spent the night and saw Citizen Kane with her at her film class last night. Then we snuggled up in that dorm sized twin bed keeping warm and wide awake, but glad for the extra time all the same. Then today was Mountain Day and classes were cancelled so the girls could climb Mt Holyoke and sign the famous book that woman have been signing for some two hundred years. Emily Dickinson signed that old book and last year my girl did too. So this year she grabbed the day off and we had manicures and went pumpkin shopping instead.
Tonight she will sleep in her own bed and we will have snatched this stolen day amid the dancing leaves. Our son has found an apartment and wants to finish his senior year there. We’ll all five talk about it at dinner and probably start raiding the attic looking for furniture before bed. But first we will build a fire, roast popcorn, watch some movies and feel that happy sense of having gotten away with something. She got the free day. And me, I got another one with all of them. This is as good as it gets…