I’ve written before about sidewalk artists around the ‘hood—here, and here, and here and here. But there’s a new chalker in town.
A pretty impressive one.
I may have remarked upon it before, but folks here in the People’s Republic would lose in a neighborhood Halloween decoration contest to residents of the Valley They Call Silicon. I mean—my recollections of the Bay Area are that those people go all out on their yard prep. Viz: here and here and here and here.
This is not to say that they don’t try here. There’s just not
the skeleton or zombie count I grew accustomed to.
Still, the ‘hood does represent.
But I notice Frankie sometimes gets a little tired by morning.
I like how even the squirrels get into the act. Because you knew they would.
This time of year, people around the world think about things like the triumph of light over darkness, good over evil, life over death. We’ll celebrate Halloween on Monday, which is rooted in the Celtic holiday of Samhain—marking the bringing in of the harvest to sustain people through the shorter days and colder temperatures of winter. Samhain also honors those who have preceded us into death, keeping their memory alive through the generations.
On Tuesday
and Wednesday, Christians mark All Saints Day and All Souls Day, essentially
carrying on the Celtic tradition. The wall between this world and the next is
more frangible around now, and it’s a time for lighting protective and
cleansing bonfires.
One
of my favorite holidays starts tonight. That would be Diwali, when Hindus
celebrate a number of events where princes of light and good slapped down
princes who would envelope the world in darkness and evil. I find it
interesting that this whole good/evil thing was not one-and-done; evildoers are
always trying it on, so we have to be alert, strong and brave.
One
part of the Diwali tradition involves lights—candles, fairy lights, fireworks,
the whole spectrum—and I definitely can get behind that.
(Another
one is the sharing of sweets, which I also endorse.)
So, tonight—more than other nights—I’ll amass candles on my dinner table and consider how we in these times can turn back the darkness. I'm grateful for the reminder that, while the struggle goes on, we always have another opportunity to vanquish evil.
Man—Liz Truss; 4.1 Scaramuccis.
So today’s earworm absolutely has to be Steam’s “Kiss Him Goodbye”.
I am mad as hell at this week, and I still have two bloody days to go. So I’m focusing on beauty.
Also on wine.
I’ve started noticing leaves on the ground this Autumn, because they don’t lose their beauty when they fall.
You didn’t think I’d express my gratitude for this season without photos, did you?
Because I have many of the brilliant
colors nature puts on for us.
Have I said lately that I’m grateful for Autumn? If I have, it’s worth repeating.
I love the crisp mornings—temps in
the 40s and 50s are perfect for my walks. Google Fit is always happy with my
brisk pace and the distance I cover. The air is fresh, but doesn’t freeze my
lungs, birds are happy to greet the day and the occasional chipmunk crosses my
path.
Days have warmed up—to the 60s
and even 70s this past weekend. With the exception of one day, though, humidity
is a thing of the past, so afternoon walks are absolute joy.
A couple of times I’ve had my
patio door open, so I can listen to the birds settling down as I have my
dinner. I can’t tell you how much that makes me smile.
And at night my bedroom window is
open so the crickets and their pals sing me to sleep.
How could I not be grateful for
all this?