The First SIgn of Autumn

My wife pointed this out to me this morning: the first red leaf.  The first sign of autumn in my little piece of what Ruby Sara calls the “fiercely wild urban midwest”.

“How frail a thing is Beauty,”
I said, “when every breath
She gives the vagrant summer
But swifter woos her death.
For his the star dust troubles,
For this have ages rolled;
To deck the wood for bridal
And slay her with the cold.”

— Willa Cather, “I sought the wood in summer”

But I’m jumping the gun.  The days are getting shorter as we approach the autumnal equinox next week.  But it’s still hot and my allergies are still giving me hell.  It’s time to soak in every ounce of sunlight while I can, every ounce of green, every ounce of blue sky, to store up for the dark, grey winter months.

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  • Bill

    Discovered your blog today by way of B.T. Newberg over at Pagan Square.

    It’s always interesting to witness the evolution of a fellow ex Mormon – especially one who embarks on a similar UU/Pagan path. I haven’t gone back to the beginning of your blog (yet) but I do hope you made it out with your family intact.

    I also wish you well with your allergies. Autumn in Zion is too beautiful to be spent cooped up in physical agony.

  • John Halstead

    Hi Bill. I agree, it is always nice to meet fellow post-Mormons, especially those with similar interests in religious naturalism and/or Paganism. My family did survive intact thankfully. It was hard going, as you can imagine, but I think we’re all stronger (individually and as a family) because of it. Allergy season is in full swing here in the Midwest. So fa I haven’t been laid up yet, but I pay doubly every time I do yard work.