I was reading a blog I enjoy every time I go there. It is I Have Three Cats. I feel as though I have been there at the CozyApartment through the author's excellent writing brimming with description and love for his charges. Today he spoke of seasonal changes as I had in mind to do as well here, so I would not bother Katie. (You know how she is)
The day before yesterday, I left the kitchen door on my way to my vehicle- and I stopped not intending to, to gaze at the sky. And I stood longer than I meant to, looking at the beautiful sky, but mostly observing the sun, where it was in the eastern sky at the time, and how its light appeared to me. It was definitely a harbinger of Fall. It was hot and humid outdoors, but I could see Fall is beginning to pick up speed in a manner of speaking. The particular shade of blue in the sky spoke of approaching Fall and the slant of the sun's rays absolutely told me that Fall is near.
I stood there for additional moments, slightly uncomfortable in the humidity and warmth, but unable not to enjoy the fresh taste of the morning air... the almost grosgrain ribbon-like blue of the sky, the unmistakable slant of the sun's strong rays. Fall, without a doubt.
So glad. I found I was standing there smiling with my bare teeth hanging out as my Dad used to say. (It always made me laugh when he said that.) It was always preceded by "Well, don't just stand there with your bare teeth hanging out!"
Miss him still. I always will. He has said several things that were peculiar to him alone. Others may have said the same, but I have never heard them. I remember him remarking while we were in the car and he was taking us on a trip and he noticed the moon shining at noon or earlier "They forgot to haul in the moon!" And his rather louder exclamation if something surprising and of course unexpected happened, "Great day in the morning!" Lastly, I just recalled his greeting when I came downstairs in the mornings as a little girl...(all of these remembrances are from when I was young) "'About time you got outta that haystack." We are Southern and we have our ways.
I ought to tell you one day about the time Dad invited the next-door neighbors for supper when we had to be in NJ for his work; and though they liked us very much, they found the choices of menu beyond the pale I guess. They even questioned the fried apples, never having heard of such and disliked the taste as they were absolutely not dessert type...meaning they were unsweetened. except a spoonful of sugar sprinklerd on top as they cooked. Only someone brought up here knows how to make them fit for supper. not dessert.
Okay. Running off at the keyboard.