It’s a perfect Indian Summer afternoon here in the northwoods. The temperature is a sultry 73 degrees (23 C).
I’m drinking tea on the deck and feeling that delightful moment of grace when summer sings back into our lives for a few short autumnal moments. Even though the hummingbirds are long gone, dragonflies still whirl in the blue sky above.
A few robins linger on the grass, gathering energy to fly south, south, south.
Chipmunks scurry down below.
I sip English Breakfast tea very slowly, gazing up, down, over and around.
If you drive in to L’Anse–which I shall do in less than fifteen minutes–the trees alongside the road burst into fall colors. Reds, yellows and oranges proclaim the Autumnal Equinox.
Back here, in the woods, away from the main road, it takes longer for Mother Nature to paint the leaves.
Give it a week and we’ll be vibrating in a palette of different bright shades of trees whispering, “Time to turn your sap inward again. Time to honor the inward movement.”
I am headed to
a) pick up our produce from the Buying Club. I’m in charge of Ruth and Deb’s order this week, so shall be meeting them both at some time today.
b) get a haircut.
c) walk with Bertha (and maybe Patsy) over on Sand Point, on a four-mile trail the tribe recently created.
d) oh, don’t forget, banking and grocery shopping and dropping off beets & cucumbers for Lori at her house.
Tea time is over. Time to put on some sneakers and fly out the door.
Wishing you some Indian Summer days as well. They are the BEST, aren’t they?