Pull Up a Chair
There was a great full moon last night, and I do hope you got out to enjoy it. You may have read that this is the last blue moon before July 2015, if you think a blue moon happens when two full moons occur in a month, which happened just last night. But blue moon has more than one meaning. It is sometimes the second full moon in the month, or it can be the fourth in a season (which usually is three months so a year has three), but in any case, it doesn’t happen often.
The seasons can have more than one meaning too, depending on your experience. In N.TX. where I live, the summer is punishing, and I don’t like to see it come along. Even though there are pleasant associations with vacation, it’s just too hot for me to enjoy, and closing up the windows is not greeted with pleasure. I much prefer September, happening today, and am so happy to see the Harvest Moon coming, at the end of this month.
There’s a beginning of fall here in PA, where I’ve been visiting all summer. The leaves at the tips of the trees are turning. That’s something that always makes me glad. Of course, usually I don’t live where the cold is a problem. When I hear people talking about the fall being a sad time, harbinger of winter, it’s surprising to me. Of course, my Texas winter doesn’t really start until January and lasts about two-three months.
When fall comes here, in NW PA, the windows close down. In N. TX., where I live and where I will be returning in a very few weeks, the windows can go up. I escaped the bad times, the heat dome that toasts the N.TX. area during summers, and I am so happy that I did.
Fall may be the time for planting, especially for putting in my iris tubers and spring blooming plants. It’s the time I always look forward to cooling off enough that I can go out and take walks, breathe the cool air, even get some sun. Here up in the north, it’s about bringing in crops, especially the wonderful sweet corn.
When I spent a summer in Maine, I heard that there were two seasons – winter and August. When I lived on Okinawa as a child, I didn’t have winter at all.
Is fall something you look forward to, or does it make you dread the cold to come? Or is it the heat of summer you want to see leaving now, after a particularly nasty one?
We all have something we’d like to consign to once in a blue moon, and make that seldom as possible. My choice of season to have least of is the summer.