Friday, September 30, 2011

Out With A Bang

The last day of September.  Does not seem possible on one hand yet, if I were still in a classroom, I would be able to tell you exactly how I had spent the last seven weeks.  Two of those weeks would have likely involved almost daily, long stays in my classroom, readying all of the materials for the start-up of the school year and the other five would have been spent with students, in the usual fall rush of preparing for a parade just barely over two weeks into the year and concerts for four bands four weeks after the parade.  In addition to this, a teacher would be able to tell you that mid-terms are either due or very close to being due.  A teacher can mark the progression of school days by what is approaching and what has transpired.

The weather is having little difficulty announcing what time of year it is.  A portion of the upper Midwest was ensnared in high winds beginning yesterday afternoon and continuing through much of today.  I am looking at a downed tree across the street, one of many felled in my area from high-wind breakage.  I noted on the NOAA marine forecast for South Haven, Michigan, which is located on the southwestern edge of Lake Michigan, that twenty-one foot waves were forecast for today.  Those are waves that will stir up some lake sediment!

Along with the predictable fall winds, the cooler days and nights have arrived.  Yes, there will be pockets of warmth sprinkled here and there but, for the most part, the scorching heat and humidity that plagued us all summer will be a thing of the past........until next summer.  There are now nights where I will voluntarily pull up the comforter over my body and reluctantly crawl out from underneath the following morning.

Area apple orchards are teeming with fresh apples and people of all ages.  Pumpkin patches and splashes of bright, chrysanthemum colors peek out from every corner, reminding us that pumpkin pies and apple cider doughnuts are ready to be eaten.  Soon I'll be driving to my favorite apple orchard to consume my allotment of one apple-cider doughnut per year.

I can taste that doughnut already.

Ancora imparo