“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


Autumn, autumn everywhere

Autumn is everywhere.

It is piled in the middle of the rainy streets, painting a do-not-cross yellow line that matches the trees along the curbs. It is on the windshields of all the cars, a small piece is stuck under my wiper blade. There are heaps of autumn in all the yards. The rainstorm last night knocked bunches of it out of the trees - the lovely, lovely Katie said she could hear leaves hitting the roof all evening & into the morning. The golds and reds - I can't believe I thought we wouldn't get red leaves; what was I thinking? - almost vibrate against the wet gray sky.

It is even in this image.
The autumn afternoon light through the window.

Is there a story here? Possibly not. Maybe. There is a train crossing the trestle across the street, but it is mostly quiet in this part of town. The after-Thanksgiving rush is south of me, not here in the downtown area. I have part of a very tart made-especially-for-me apple pie (thank you to my wonderful sister-in-law!) at home, a cat asleep here at work, one asleep (no doubt) in front of the fire at home. Right now I want no part of Christmas. It is my ritual every year to decorate the Emma Tree on Thanksgiving evening, but last night I failed. I began hanging ornaments - it has lights year round- & just changed my mind. I undecorated it. Not in the mood. Not yet. Maybe not at all this year. Or maybe just a bit. Who can tell? But right now I want to enjoy autumn & I'm tired & I'm lazy. I want to watch old movies on tv, football games, read romance novels.

My eyes are growing heavy.
And apple pie awaits me.
your eyes are growing heavier . . . heavier


  1. I love your poetic description of autumn, my favourite season. I am longing for a little of that autumn light today. Here the sky is grey and the rain is coming down in torrents. Autumn is the time for curling up with a good book and a cat, enjoy.

  2. I can never get enough of this time of year and wistfully wish it was all year 'round.
    Lovely photo of the most sumptuous hair! And the autumn light that falls on it.

  3. i was thinking about that very thing while i read the beginning of this post: "why did she think there wouldn't be any reds in her autumn?" oh well that is a happy sounding autumn experience ... i noticed similar things here this year. piles of yellow, a leaf captured by my windshield wiper (which couldn't seem to escape even at 60 miles per hour!). things i had not noticed before....before i had a viewfinder to examine my world like a telescope. you see things close-up with a telescope!! i sooo love her hair!
    good pie eating my dear!
    and it's true my eyes are growing heavier...and heavier.

  4. Your autumn sound so beautiful! And apple pie...gosh it's been so long...I am sure you enjoyed it...

    As for Christmas...I don't blame you for not being in the mood yet. I have a sneaky suspicion that there are quite of few of us like this, this year...


  5. And I am the exact opposite...I can't wait to start decorating!!! But I keep telling myself that I have to wait until at least December 1st...which is in one more day. I might cheat and put some lights up tomorrow. It is Sunday, after all.

    Hope you enjoying that tart apple pie, my sweet friend. xo

  6. Debi, your autumnal musings are lovely. And that light falling on your friend's hair does say autumn. Dazzling.

  7. To all - Many many thanks! That is my niece's hair - she would prefer it straight, silly girl - that is her clarinet, the leaves were mostly blown off by the winds this weekend, and are now turning brown on the ground. The apple pie was gobbled up all by myself in 2 days. The Emma Tree is decorated - I'm now having to ponder a tree for home. Can we spell E-X-H-A-U-S-T-E-D?

    :) Love you all & thank you!


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