It is so chilly this morning that I turned on the furnace! And yesterday, I had the fireplace going. I love these fall days when there’s just a bit of a nip in the air. I put a rug in front of the fireplace, imagining Nemo basking there, warming his furry toes. Does he sleep on it? Of course not! Jethro, Flora and Darcy’s cat would and so would Penny, Ned’s cat, but not Nemo.
Of course, my Minnesota friends and family would just laugh at me for feeling shivery in these temperatures. I remember a happy time when Mom and I visited my brother and sister-in-law in Minnesota. It was summer (the best time to visit Minnesota). Tracy built a fire in the fire pit and we sat around it. The lake was only a few feet away, the sleepy sounds of a summer night all around us. But wait! What was that clattering noise? Was that a whimper I heard? No, it was only my teeth chattering as I tried to say, “I need a coat, please.”
Anyway, I do like the fall. One of my favorite old-time poems by Dixie Willson is, The Mist and All. “I like the fall, the mist and all. I like the night owl’s lonely call, and wailing sound of wind around. I like the gray November day and bare, dead boughs that coldly sway against my pane. I like the rain. I like to sit and laugh at it and stir my cozy fire a bit. I like the fall, the mist and all.”
Love the little poem about fall!
Yes, it’s a delightful poem, one of my favorites. Thanks for writing, Sharon.