Labor Day has come and gone and the warm sunlit days of this summer grow shorter and threaten to take their leave
The seasonal visitors are packing up their camps and stopping in to say good-bye
We reminisce sweetly of the joys of this summer in the north woods
Fond farewells are laced with promises to stop by
upon their return to this rural mountain town.
I will miss them
I will miss their kind words and encouragement
I will miss their stories and their smiles
Departures to reconnect with other parts of their lives
in other places far from here.
The garden is full of vine-ripened tomatoes, peppers, mixed lettuces, beans and peas.
I crawl into bed at night and draw the red drapes
12 hour days seven days a week for the ten week season
I am in need of rest
The flannel sheets cover my body
I am encased in a womb of warmth, darkness and stillness
I fall asleep at night with worry about an early Adirondack frost and the coming of autumn
Will the harvest be good or will the fruits of our labors wither on the vine?
I sleep a dreamless sleep until
The sunlight finds its way in
the small space between the drapes…
the hint of something waiting
another beautiful day…
Autumn in the Adirondacks
The streets are uninhabited
Businesses hang signs in the windows-
As the locals take a day off
Time to get outside and remember why we live here
Life is like that-
Sunny days of summer give way to autumn
Dear friends passing though
The Seasons of this life
Embrace this moment
While it is here
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