Friday marked the autumnal equinox in the
Northern Hemisphere. And even though here in the District They Call Columbia,
we’ve had a spate of temperatures hovering around 90 degrees, there are small
signs that fall is on the way.
For one thing, the humidity has begun to slack
off, which is a massive relief. For another, I’m having to sweep leaves off the
patio every two or three days. (I’m thinking about raking them into piles next
to the fence at either side of the yard. I don’t have a composter, but they’re
organic matter, right? At some point, they’ll decompose.)
And, of course, there’s pumpkin spice
everything. We’ll have that curse until it’s overtaken by peppermint mocha
everything.
I’m looking forward to seeing the colors change,
and to preparing the comfort food meals that colder weather seem to inspire.
Don’t know why, but “comfort food” doesn’t seem to encompass caprese salad or
poached chicken breasts on a bed of arugula. Don’t get me wrong—I love both of
them; they just don’t say “comfort” to me, the way cottage pie does.)
But perhaps one of my biggest points of
gratitude that this season heralds is the dying down of these dang-blasted
mosquitos. I spent 15 minutes on Friday afternoon, chatting with a neighbor out
in the front and got a huge welt from one of those little consarned critters.
So, bring on the colder weather—I’m ready and
grateful.
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