The first signs of fall always make me think I am hallucinating. I can hardly believe what I see. Nonetheless, there are signs, and they now seem very real:
- Monarch butterflies
- Goldfinches at their most vibrant level of yellow
- With less daylight, tomatoes ripen at half their July size
- Falling hickory nuts dent the gutters and roof, and squirrel-emptied shells litter the earth
- Scorpio low on the southern horizon
- Thinking fondly of wintertime root vegetables
- Seeing pumpkins in a field and wanting to buy one (I resisted. It is still August. Let's not rush things. There is a very particular annual joy in bringing home the right pumpkin at the right moment; it is almost as good as first-crocus joy).