September passed by and October tiptoed in behind. My blog has been silent, but I have been busy unpacking and packing, hosting family and returning to work. Oh, and then there’s that puppy. It’s been so many years – I’d forgotten how much work is involved in raising a puppy. Tula is hard headed and stubborn. She is also jolly and hilarious. It’s a winning combo and I love her. I wish that Harley shared my feelings for his new ‘sister’. He. Does. Not. I am not entirely discouraged – I have seen him play with her when he thinks that no one is looking… silly old man, he has his dignity.
It was hard to leave Nantucket this year. The Grey Lady was as inviting as she could be and I tried to live in the moment, every moment. Still, one has to go home. Reluctantly.
I am lucky to live in apple country where autumn’s arrival is faithfully signaled. It begins with the songs of the pickers and the chugging of the large crate-filled trucks traveling back and forth between orchards. Most of the red varieties have been picked, but the yellow crop is late this year. Down the hill a field of butternut squash lie basking in sunlit rows, waiting their turn to be gathered. They remind me of sun bathers expectantly turning their pale winter skin to the sun. I have soup on my mind and artisan breads. I could linger this morning, watching the sun rise, walking the dogs and pulling summer weeds. But there is the day job.
We left as the sun was rising. The memories will sustain me throughout the coming year.