Up early today.
Sitting at the dining room table checking emails, planning the day.
DIL Jenna sweeps in, efficiently opening the sliders to our deck.
"Grammy," she states. "Grand-pup Neela says, 'It's a beautiful fall day, Grammy. Let's open up!'"
And with that, the stale, humid stink of summer sails out the door, and the winds of Fall bring in fresh, cool and crisp airs of ... possibility.
You remember that?
Yep, those pencils sharpened, clasped at the ready. The heady aromatics of wood and graphite and old-fashioned machinery chiseling into being those hexagonal wonders*, topped off with a pungent whiff of yellow pigmented paint.**
Clean, smooth paper. Sharply lined, hints of fiber buried deep in its origin.
Just waiting, no begging to be written upon, in big, shaky blocks of letters.
Mouths held so, pursing and working at finding perfection. The effort, in the end, so rewarding yet so tiring.
Remember that Fall?
Well today, Fall brings in that same hope, that expectation, anticipation, even that niggling uneasiness that things will happen. Events will shape us. Into what? We are not sure. But the possibilities? Endless.
The island has always felt like a place where, maybe... just maybe... anything is possible.
And that's it, of course, isn't it?
The just maybes of life?
Those inner stirrings that set a soul to wonder, to act, to soar.
Sometimes high, sometimes low. Sometimes a little of both.
But it's the possibility that somehow makes it ok. Fresh and crisp and new, like the first hints of autumn.
Time to gather in the wagons, begin the potluck suppers, pull on the old wool caps and peacoats to keep out the possibility of that every-winter, bone-chilling damp cold.
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Woolens at the ready; for knitters, a cornucopia of prospects large or small.
|Avocet B Cardigan|
And Hey! We aren't the only ones to corner the market on potential. It can be had in every town and city, every berg and village.
There for the taking.
All you have to do is imagine.
Think about it.
Or worse, lol.
Do me a favor, will you?
Just think about it...
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Have a crisp, Fall New One. :)
* An aside... the first american pencils were allegedly created right here in New England! Who knew?! Yep, Concord, MA cabinetmaker William Monroe carved out the first ones in 1812.
**Another aside... ever wonder why yellow? Early manufacturers wanted a way to show that their pencils contained the finest graphite available - from China. And in China yellow symbolizes respect and royalty, hence a "regal" product.)