The gray light of dawn is visible through my front window. The sun will be up soon and the weather guessers tell me it will be beautiful fall day. The golden leaves on the trees are gone now, all at once. Even though the days have been warm for this time of year, I think winter will be upon us before we know it.
The fall foliage was gorgeous, but something was missing. I couldn't figure out just what that was until I remembered that in younger days we raked the leaves from our yard and piled them on the gravel driveway, where we lit them on fire. The smoke from burning leaves is different from other smoke. Even during the years I lived in town, the air carried the smell of burning leaves for at least a week. It was as much a part of fall as red maple leaves and orange pumpkins and caramel apples. I miss the scent of burning leaves.
Sometimes a person needs to just let the world go ahead and do what the world has to do. The earth will continue to turn and people will continue to do stupid things whether I pay attention or not.
So today there is a crock pot full of apple butter cooking down and a stock pot on the back burner doing the same thing. The other back burner holds a simmering pot of vegetable beef soup made with my canned beef and dried vegetables. There are little granny squares of yarn to be crocheted for an afghan and quilt pieces to be sewn together. There is music to be heard and appreciated. There is probably a nap or two to be taken in my recliner, covered by my warm, green, fuzzy blanket.
So world, you go right ahead and stomp your feet and throw your tantrum. Today I don't care. Today is for me.
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