Thursday was the autumn equinox. The weather has been lovely around here, hazy blue skies and new-fallen leaves on the grass. It’s actually been really warm today, in the upper eighties! Tomorrow looks back to normal with highs in the sixties, which is just fine with me. I love this time of year! The gradually changing colors and the damp smell of the earth and cool nights with a brilliant full moon; buying fresh apples and cider at the farm market and gearing up for harvest festivals and the excitement of the coming Halloween.
There’s a special kind of magic fermenting in the air. Even though it’s a bit sad to see the fading of plants and flowers, those superficial manifestations of life that we take for granted during high summer, I also become more aware of the deeper spirit of the earth beginning to fold into itself down below the surface, into the roots and rock and the quiet, darker realms of that twilight dimension where fairy tales come from. The Other World where life still abides, unseen and slumbering and timeless. In its fading glory life seems most exalted, the dreaming majesty of the fruits of the earth in a last burst of movement and migration and mating before the chill reign of winter begins. In a way I look forward to the long rest, the slower rhythms of winter after all the activity and growth of summer. That Yin and Yang of our cycles that are shaped by the cycles of the seasons over millions of years. The time of rest and reflection and enjoyment of the bounty of what we harvest. And looking forward to the holidays (holy days) that are to come, to reconnect with family and friends. I cherish the last music of crickets and katydids in the moon-soaked night, and the scent of wood smoke. It was a glorious summer!
Fiona is back to her reading class on Tuesdays and she started a dance class on Saturday that goes for thirteen weeks which looks like it will be wonderful for her. And we’re also looking forward to her fifth birthday in a couple of weeks. And Arthur, of course, is working on his Wii gaming skills, and doing well with his math and writing every day. They both will be taking the home school gym class again in October and swim lessons in November. Life is good. And I hope I will be making more time to write! And maybe learn to play the guitar!
So in a roundabout way, this brings me back to comment briefly on another important ritual of autumn: the beginning of a new television season, and the season three premiere of one of my favorite TV shows, ‘Fringe’, on Thursday night. All I have to say is, it was marvelous! I was not disappointed, but I’m wondering how Alt-Olivia back in our universe can possibly pass for our Olivia, considering she doesn’t know these people or much about our Olivia, or our world for that matter. How can Peter not tell she’s an imposter? There were developments that I had not anticipated, but I shouldn’t go too much into that here. Check out the first link for more. I can’t wait to see what happens next to my beloved characters, and to their other-dimensional counter-parts.
Here are some links for the enjoyment of Fringe fans everywhere. And for those who have not seen this show yet, I’m sorry for your loss.