That is the sense that comes with fall seeping in after the summer warmth: just in case. Its time to start down the are-we-ready-for-winter check lists. Even in the suburbs we instinctively, like other animals all along the wide bare branches of the full-family tree, start preparing for the possible. Weather forecasters talk about The Farmer's Almanac, La Niña, and extended forecasts. Ours already shows a depressing long-term forecast of, "below normal temps and above normal precip." (Cliff Mass). Thoughts turn to things like snow tires, jackets, hats, rakes and shovels (just in case!) and wet brown falling leaves.
Needless to say, the top was up and latched on the drive in this morning. The iPod was in a mostly-mellow ballads mood this morning, which I thought was a nice gesture on its part given this was Tuesday-cum-Monday sort of morning. Seamus Egan's Irish instrumental To an Old Rose came lilting on as I pulled into my parking place this morning, and seemed the perfect tune (and title) for this morning. The roses are looking old, though we have been enjoying the last round of their cuttings on our table the last couple of weeks. We may get one or two more spotty cuttings, but the pickings will be sparse in contrast to the surfeit of colorful blooms from just a couple of weeks back.
We also pulled up several recipes for green tomatoes this weekend, I took a quick stock of my sweaters and sweatshirts, and this morning I wore a light rain jacket in. Just in case.
- The Weepies: Painting by Chagall
- Bob Dylan: Lay, Lady, Lay
- Bruce Cockburn: Tie Me At The Crossroads (Live)
- Wilco: You Are My Face
- Seamus Egan: To an Old Rose
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