Tuesday, September 02, 2014
It's that time of year when it feels like the grass will never return. But the smell of the air has changed, and the crunch of the earth will soon smoosh underfoot. I know there will be days ahead where it will be wetter than a bathtub, but I am so ready for the rains and cool air. The fields are dormant on top but I can feel the earth below craving some water.
I've been seeing the barn swallows lining up on the wires above, and have heard several groups of flocking geese. That sound of honking always brings up a swell of meloncholia but also a feeling of comfort-perhaps because flocking geese are leaving one home, but they are also on there way to another one. We're all just coming and going through life.