Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Not yet

I went into hoblobby yesterday and was greeted with cinnamon smells, orange/red/corn yellow colors, felt and straw creations. It was the coming of fall. This was also evident by the entire third of the store dedicated to christmas.

But not yet. Not yet.

It is 109 degrees outside. For real.

I got my pompoms, google eyes and fled.

I am excited about the coming of fall. Khubz's first fall where her awake hours come close to the number of sleeping hours. Her first fall where she will be eating sweet potatoes, acorn squash, pumpkin and pieces of dark molasses bread.

But it is not time yet. We are still sweltering outside. The microwave and the stovetop are still the primary devices of dinner. The hum you hear is the air conditioner--not the heater. We walk in from outside, shake off the sweat and sit far away from any other creature putting off heat from their metabolism. We do not walk in and cuddle up. There is only one thin blanket in the bedroom and it spends most of its nights kicked to the floor.

There is joy in this heat. All the joy sinks in to tomatoes bursting with the taste of sunshine. It is the best manifestation of summer. We should not rush madly towards the fall without reverence for what precedes it. Now go find one of these big boys, beefsteaks or yellow lanterns. Thank them.

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