When I volunteered to do the Weekend! post for Jaybird I had no idea that tomorrow was the first day of Fall. It suddenly feels like, “Dude…you have got to land this one. This is important.”
Autumn is a big deal in the Dwyer household. We love everything about it and I am under strict orders to keep all weekends free in the month of October so that the wife can schedule as many activities as possible. We’re lucky that in the Bluegrass State we actually get weather that feels like the season. Soon the last of our summer heat will finally break and we’ll have those cool and crisp mornings that seem to put a spring in my step. I’ve already started opening the coat closet each morning to caress my fleece vests and softly say, “Soon my friends…very soon.”
When the daughters were younger, I was the dad that would take them to the local harvest festival with the you-pick pumpkins, pose them in the field for pictures and then purchase our pumpkins on the way home from Walmart for $5. But that wasn’t because I was cheap. I wanted to save our funds for apple cider, artisanal pumpkin butter and hot spiced donuts. Nothing has changed in that respect. Just a couple of miles from our house are two farms that host Autumn activities and I need those donuts in my life. Mid-October we’ll make a quick trip over the Blue Ridge Mountains to attend homecoming at Furman University for the wife’s 20th reunion. We’ll celebrate our anniversary on October 30, feed candy to the little monsters on Halloween and then turn the corner. Once November hits, I will be planning my Thanksgiving menu, dreaming of the first snowfall of the year and counting the days until duck season starts. But for now, Autumn rules my thoughts.
This weekend the wife boards a plane on Friday morning for a few days in Florida with her college roommates. With the oldest daughter living on her own now and our college freshman barely home, we’re practically empty-nesters. So what the heck am I going to do with myself for two days? I have lots of plans, 50% of which will not come to fruition, but I like to aim high. There are several summer movies available On Demand that I missed, so that will probably fill my evenings. I added green smoothies to my diet a couple of months ago and now I find myself in Costco nearly every weekend buying power greens, carrots and fruit in bulk. I have a laundry list of tasks to complete for hunting season and actual laundry to do. The yard needs to be mowed. I need to do some email cleanup. As David Allen says, “There’s a light at the end of the tunnel, but the way out is through.” I’m not good at sitting around doing nothing, so this weekend will fly by, like they all do. Thank goodness I love my job because Mondays seem to arrive faster every year.
Other than wisecracks about pumpkin spice, I’d love to hear from all of you about what Autumn looks like in your neck of the woods. What’s the weather like? What are the activities you enjoy? Do you dance naked with your pagan friends under the harvest moon? Let’s hear about it!
Image from the Saturday Evening Post, October 27, 1956.