Park Avenue Seasonality

A few weeks ago, I was staring out the window of a NYC Taxi trying not to wince as we almost got flattened by a truck, and a bright yellow awning emblazoned with the word “summer” in bold, capitalized letters grabbed my attention. I caught a glimpse through the window as we whizzed by and had a vague impression of an interior dripping with vibrant plants, but before I could get a really good look we were off again.  Read more of this post

Thoughts on Fall

It’s my all-time favorite season.  I love the smell, the feel, the light, the all of it.

It’s gaudy like a painting on velvet.

It’s voluptuous with seeds and berries, a feast for the birds and the critters.

It’s coming home in the evening and the air is redolent with a neighbor’s wood fire.

It’s the new crop of apples – winesap, empire, jonathan – from no farther away than the next county. Crisp, juicy and delicious, apple cider is on its way.

It’s the first apple pie fresh out of the oven – one for me and one for Ruth next door.

It’s kicking through the crackle of the fallen leaves before the tractor sweeps through them to make my new supply of mulch.

It’s green mellowing into yellows into bronzes into browns.  And big bold splashes and slashes of orange and scarlet – blinding in the sun, cheering in the overcast.

It’s a 40 year old chrysanthemum – buds slowly opening to reveal yellow centers with purple red rays of petals.

It’s burying the tomato plants in their special compost pile – a mingling of old and new smells.  It’s remembering the last taste of this summer’s delicious fruits and anticipating next summer’s.