And harvest time provides a promise of plentiful provender for man and beast. ('09)
So here's how it went down. The oven quit working. ('10)
Lingering in the golden gleam--
Life, what is it but a dream? ('11)
And so began October in years past here on String Too Short to Tie. How begins it in the here and now? Cloudy, harbinger of rain. Soon. Chilly, reminder that finally summer is past. Excitement level, here I am looking through old documents.
The morning glories this year waited until late August to do anything, inasmuch as it was too hot and too dry prior to that. We got all-purple this year.
The ornamental grass looks nice as the heads turn pink.
Whatever else may be said about the coming of October, here is a huge benefit for me. I have had tinnitus for many years, actually more than thirty years. It seems to be progressive in the sense that the humming and singing in my ears increases with time. For a long time it seemed to occur only in the left ear, but four or five years ago it "migrated" to the other, and now I have noises in both ears. The left seems to contain a basement full of crickets unmolested by intruders and thus free to sing. The right ear is a sycamore tree full of cicadas. So we get to the benefit. On hot summer afternoons and evenings I would have to ask BBBH if I were hearing cicadas in the trees, or just hearing my imaginary friends in my head. But the cooler weather assures me that the sounds are all inside.