Whenever anyone posts autumnal pictures on Facebook, I linger--particularly if it's a picture of an apple orchard or a pumpkin patch or some shot with hay in it. A picture that captures autumnal light makes my heart sing.
Down here on the tip of the continent, we haven't had much in the way of fall weather yet. I try to prompt some autumnal feelings with seasonal flowers or lights or a batch of pumpkin bread, all on seasonal placemats, but it's still sweltering outside.
Yesterday, I spent much of the afternoon doing this:
I'm the person in the sky blue shirt by the truck, reaching for a pumpkin. When we began, the front yard of the church looked like this:
By the end, it had been transformed into this:
The last step of the offload is scattering the hay in the truck onto the ground. As I released the handfuls of hay, I was struck by the sun on the hay--it was beautiful and fleeting, an autumnal moment that I couldn't capture by camera even if I had tried. But maybe next year I will try.
Along the way, I enjoyed the colors and shapes of the pumpkins, the wide variety, the different weights.
I wouldn't want to spend every Sunday afternoon carrying pumpkins in this way, but yesterday, despite the heat, it was great. Where else would I see this type of pumpkin?
My back hurt less than my feet--but luckily, we've finally gotten the pool back to a state where we can get into it--so a soak in the cold pool helped them both. Plenty of ibuprofen helped too.
Today, it's back to work. If I didn't have so much to do at work, I'd be tempted to take the day off. I feel like I haven't had much of a week-end. Or maybe I had just the kind of week-end for which I've been yearning.