I look longingly at my hoodies with the soft fleece lining and wonder when I can stop putting the orange stripey stuff on my legs. I let my toenail polish wear off. Clear signs of seasonal change.
It’s not completely weather-based either. At this point back in the day, my mom would take me shopping for back to school clothes. It’s that change in wardrobe feeling, knowing there would be fresh new stuff to wear. Brand new shiny penny loafers. A new school bag. Back then school bags were black or brown and heavy, very heavy. Put a couple of books in them and you were carrying half your weight. They weren’t back healthy either. Sadly there will be no new clothes for me this year.
I’m still picking tomatoes but they know too. They are dwindling and what I pick rots faster. Rain splits the skin so the bugs can feast. They are losing their enthusiasm and I’m losing my interest.
It’s a good time of year. Brisk walking in the morning and warm in the evening. The critters are bulking up for winter. Chipmunks are preparing for hibernation. Squirrels are hiding stuff hoping they remember where they put it. Just like me.
I can still get a S’mores frappucino at Starbucks. I know it’s all over when the pumpkin latte makes it’s debut.
This year we missed the locusts. Usually mid to late July, they sing in the trees. They continue to sing for about a month when the crickets take over the songfest. This year no locusts. Did they hear about the virus? Have the pesticides wiped them out. I miss them. Another routine disruption this year. Will it ever end?
Are you feeling the change?