The End of Summer
Summer limped out of the Shenandoah Valley tonight, half-drowned and beaten by the remnants of what was at one time Hurricane Ernesto and a summer clearance sale at Food Lion.
I was in the middle of a late night junk food run when I notice summer headed south on Route 11, tail between its legs and a sad, whipped puppy look on its face. It was being chased by a murky fog that hung over the pine trees in the valley, soaking up sound and leaving a misty film on everything it touched.
Time to roll the windows down.
Ahead of me, a tractor-trailer loaded with produce turned down the Interstate ramp for Winchester, headed into town with the season's first heaping mounds of green apples. It was sad in a way, but then again, even winter brings its own form of renewal.
A long, hot, blistering summer of sunburn and disappointment has given way to the crisp smell of drying leaves, fresh apple pie on the stove and wood smoke drifting through the air. Pumpkin cakes have replaced lemon bars, and barbecue tongs are now two for one.
The idyll of heat exhaustion has inevitably passed into the dillegence of study and chopping wood, and we are all new again for the effort.
Fall is here. And not a moment too soon.
I was in the middle of a late night junk food run when I notice summer headed south on Route 11, tail between its legs and a sad, whipped puppy look on its face. It was being chased by a murky fog that hung over the pine trees in the valley, soaking up sound and leaving a misty film on everything it touched.
Time to roll the windows down.
Ahead of me, a tractor-trailer loaded with produce turned down the Interstate ramp for Winchester, headed into town with the season's first heaping mounds of green apples. It was sad in a way, but then again, even winter brings its own form of renewal.
A long, hot, blistering summer of sunburn and disappointment has given way to the crisp smell of drying leaves, fresh apple pie on the stove and wood smoke drifting through the air. Pumpkin cakes have replaced lemon bars, and barbecue tongs are now two for one.
The idyll of heat exhaustion has inevitably passed into the dillegence of study and chopping wood, and we are all new again for the effort.
Fall is here. And not a moment too soon.
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