October begins, my birthday month, the anniversary month for this blog. I always love the equanimity of this time of year– the chaos of the start of school has passed, regret over losing summer has faded, the holidays and winter are still perched on the distant horizon. So I celebrate the last week of farm-fresh sweet corn, the harvesting of my remaining herbs and tomatoes, the turning of the leaves, and the adding of one year to myself and to this valued space of reflection.
This peaceful photo does not truly reflect the furious weather that marks today. The flowers are luckily protected by my front entryway. Alas, there is no such protection for me as I struggle in to work from the parking lot across campus through driving torrential rain. By time I reach my office I am soaked from the knees down, below my raincoat, and squelch around in soggy shoes for the rest of the day until I can escape for home and my fuzzy slippers and a rehearsal with my wonderful ensemble to end the day, and the month, more tranquilly.
‘Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh.
It does look like there is still a rosebud nigh, so I hope my search will go on for some weeks.
i drive north to visit Mom, enjoying the solitude of the highway for a couple of hours, but still somewhat fearful that this will be the time she doesn’t know me when I arrive. Perhaps it’s simply a projection of my own lack of focus, but in any case my fears prove unfounded. She is glad to see me, we have a lovely chat, tour the back garden and sit in the sun. Afterwards I swing by to visit my brother and his wife and we have a lovely leisurely supper in an outdoor cafe with a few of their friends. I drive home in silence, somehow refreshed.