Saturday, September 25, 2010
This is my favorite time of year. Days are cool enough for roast chicken dinners. I harvested the last of the garden vegetables and the farmers market completes the rest. I do not mind having the oven on for over two hours to let the big bird brown as the afternoon cools. The fall rains have started and after our two-month drought, this is like champagne from the sky.
While I can no longer run outside barefoot across the wet grass to harvest the rosemary and sage for the chicken, I also do not have to avoid the hot sidewalk on the quick return.
I can no longer watch the moon rise in my Chinese pajamas (pink "silk" which my Princess granddaughter loves) because the evenings are most chilling now on the back deck, but I can still BBQ on the deck and enjoy the earlier sunsets through the flame red and yellow trees.
Perhaps I will also finally have time to search the back seat of my car and find the injured grasshopper which my grandson saved, wrapped carefully in a napkin, and then somehow lost on our trip back from the ice cream booth this past summer.