We have done one of our mad dashes to Lutheridge, a church camp near Asheville. I am experiencing that feeling of tiredness and displacement, like I've left parts of myself all over the southeast. Or maybe it's because I've been reading, and just finished, Connie Willis' The Doomsday Book, a great book about both the future and time travel back to the time of the Bubonic Plague.
Let me make a list of what I want to remember about my autumnal trek.
--On Wednesday, we were still in South Florida. We headed over to our church, where an 18 wheeler full of pumpkins waited for our church to unload it. Hours later, we had transformed our church's front area into a pumpkin patch.
--It is perhaps not the wisest idea to spend hours moving heavy gourds from place to place twelve hours before one drives several states to the north. We had to stop along the way to buy some ibuprofen; it's been a long time since my back ached like that.
--We stopped along the way to buy apples--what a glorious day in the orchards! We bought apples, cider, jams, and sweet potatoes.
--I was ready for fall colors, but there weren't many of them. The trees were both green and brown with a touch of gold. Did we miss the glory of the leaves? Is it going to be one of those autumns when the trees don't remember to blaze forth?
--My spouse had a Board of Trustees finance subcommittee meeting, while I went to a retreat to plan the Create in Me retreat. We both got lots of good work done.
--It was wonderful to be with my Lutheridge artist friends again. It was great to be part of the retreat planning, even though I will miss the retreat in the spring.
--As we drove up and down the Interstate, I thought of all the friends who live along the way, friends whom we didn't have time to stop and see.
--And here I am, back in the land of mostly endless summer. I have pumpkins on the porch--some traditional and some a cream colored gourd streaked with green and orange. One of the advantages of being part of the pumpkin offload is having first chance at the pumpkins. But I only know that it's autumn because of the seasonal decorations--and the apples in my fridge!
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