On Wednesday I met a friend for breakfast out at Poxabogue in Wainscott. We try to meet once in awhile because otherwise we'd never see each other. It takes work to maintain the fragile threads of friendship but really good friends are well worth the effort! 
On my way back into the village I was struck by the sight of the fallen leaves flying around. It was our first windy day since they've started coming off the trees so I hadn't really noticed it before, but they were just whirling and diving all over the road and across the fields. It reminded me of the line from the famous Christmas poem, "The Night Before Christmas":
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
That's a perfect description of what happens when the wind swirls around and picks them up, throwing them in every direction, including straight up. And they rattle and scratch at the sidewalks and roads creating a cacophony of sound when you're walking nearby.
Our weather has been really perfect this fall - until yesterday and today with the remnants of a hurricane bearing down on us. By perfect I don't mean warmer than usual, I mean perfectly suited to the season. Each day reminds me that it's autumn and I love that. Wednesday morning was exactly that - a reminder that the autumn is fleeting and winter is coming. And the leaves are nearly gone.
On my way back into the village I was struck by the sight of the fallen leaves flying around. It was our first windy day since they've started coming off the trees so I hadn't really noticed it before, but they were just whirling and diving all over the road and across the fields. It reminded me of the line from the famous Christmas poem, "The Night Before Christmas":
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
That's a perfect description of what happens when the wind swirls around and picks them up, throwing them in every direction, including straight up. And they rattle and scratch at the sidewalks and roads creating a cacophony of sound when you're walking nearby.
Our weather has been really perfect this fall - until yesterday and today with the remnants of a hurricane bearing down on us. By perfect I don't mean warmer than usual, I mean perfectly suited to the season. Each day reminds me that it's autumn and I love that. Wednesday morning was exactly that - a reminder that the autumn is fleeting and winter is coming. And the leaves are nearly gone.
2 comments:
talk about a small-town...i saw you pulling out from poxabogue and i was on the phone with my sister and said, 'what was mom doing in poxabogue?!?' lol...thought perhaps you had a secret...funny.
Oh I have plenty of secrets but none as salacious as you were probably imagining. Only in my dreams!
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