I did what feeble pruning I dared save for the rose bush which still has two loopy white blooms lolling off its branches. I stacked up the many small candle holders that lit up our summer nights like fireflies and replanted a lone hyacinth bulb. Will I be still living here in the Spring to see what has survived the chill? Or will it be for someone else to finally see the camellia tree bloom?
Remi and I let the air out of the massive iron radiators--we need all the help they can give us--and will soon head out to buy more fire wood. The kitchen cupboards are already packed to the gills with reserves of coffee, rice, pasta, everything I would need to make any soup that struck my fancy as well as small jars of things like curry mustard from Fauchon that always seems too "good" to open.
So we are prepared but I am already (already!) sentimental about the Fall that has just left us. My favorite season and a whole year lies ahead before I will see it again. Only one thing to do, drag out the box with the holiday lights.
A beautiful and melancholy post; melancholy save for the mention of 2 things: holiday lights, and your Dallastown cheerleading sweatshirt!
ReplyDeleteFeel like I can picture you there even though I've never been. Sigh. Good memories of your Dad, who was a lot of fun.
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