Well, it is that time of the year when the moods start to get lighter…we start thinking about gifts…baking…green stuff and lots of red bows.
Let’s reverse a bit…it is that time of the year to start thinking about pumkins…Mama Nature doing her magic again and changing to unbelievable colors…the reds, yellows, oranges…browns…greens (here in the Florida Peninsula)…then we start thinking of turkey, sweet potatoes, collard greens, pumkin and apple pies…champagne…back that up…I meant…apple cider…candles that make smell the place really good and even here, closer to the Tropics, it is starting to get a bit chilly in the mornings when I go for my walkabout. I had to put my collar up this morning to protect myself from the winds blowing all the leaves away and making that crispy sound when I step on them…wishful thinking. Everything is so green and lush that for a moment I wish I could see some colors on the trees. I think I will have to be happy from the colors I am putting out of my “Fall Decorations” box. At least I have that box.
The Bakery Department from my supermarket is already offering tempting baked goods, the now very famous and fattening “breakfast bread.” Do not fear, I am still resisting even the free samples. My German friend in that department cannot understand that even when the bread is on sale, I am not buying it. All I have to do is look at the protuberance in the middle of my body, and I just keep on turning the wheels of my cart very smoothly away from that section.
One more day in my so ever exciting, fabulous, glamorous, with a touch of wrinkles and lines life. Not really, I do love my life. I do what I want and when I want it. The fringe benefits of being 63 and 11 months and counting to the big 64th.
Your Happy Contessa
“It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than life.” P.D. James, English crime fiction writer. 3 August, 1920.