Summer is gone; autumn almost done. The signs are everywhere. Leaves have turned and many fallen. The air is crisp with an undertone of vegetation preparing for winter and the sounds of leaves crackling underfoot. The weather is supposed to change Tuesday to become much colder.
That meant it was time for the last wiener roast. It is past the first frost and it even snowed, then melted. Bodies of water have taken on the deep cobalt of fall; even prairie puddles become this dark blue.
We packed the wieners, some lunch, the dogs and got into the truck. Before long we were the only people enjoying the breezy fall day. Nothing makes a wiener taste as good as cooking it over an open fire. Nothing is as much fun for dogs as running around in the bushes and coming back to beg for morsels. There’s nothing like the wood smoke to remind of me of campfires and it could be a while before I smell it again.
The Jack Russell leaps in pure joy.
On the way home, heavy swaths of canola and wheat wait to be harvested. This hasn’t been a good year for farmers to reap their crops. Now they are out and making the most of the shorter, cooler days. May the change in weather not bring snow.
The end of outdoor meals has arrived. We don’t barbeque in winter so the big treat will be next spring. The last flowers gasp a final bloom and we turn to other activities. The man will hunt in November. After that, he’ll play more guitar. My winter hobbies have begun with the fall art workshop and the first writers group meeting. Our Arts Festival planning for February has started so there are winter things to keep us busy.
Daylight Savings Time will end. Although many don’t like it, I’ve taken some walks in the evening after supper that were very pleasant. The long shadows, the ebbing wind, and the resulting quiet make it a good way to relax.
One more time, I resolve not to whine about winter. We’ll see how long that lasts.