It's so warm and still. Old-timers call this "earthquake weather," but let's hope they're wrong. My friendly neighbor Oliver came over for a visit. If you are someone who doesn't live in this area, you may not know that September and October are often the warmest months of the year. These are nice times for visiting the city, because most tourists follow the summer/winter pattern.
In my yard, and many others, the apples are reddening and getting close to their harvestable stage. Many others lie rotting on the ground, but that's partly due to the tree's odd choice to overhang our basketball court.
Every now and again, little boys (or bigger boys) who get frustrated when a branch of the apple tree blocks what otherwise might have been a perfect swish, slam the ball up into the tree, and strip it of several of its immature fruits.
The plants along my fences are blooming. There is something sweetly feminine about these hanging beauties, soft, swinging, and whitish as if they have been kept secret from the sun's rays.
Perhaps the most hopeful thing so far tonight is that I found this little green pumpkin survivor, still hoping to swell into his fullness, among the yellowing leaves of my thick, spiky pumpkin vine. Maybe it's not yet too late?
This is such a nice city to visit, as many people know. But its true allure is that it's a great place to fall in love, or even to fall back in love with your special one.
Why not come here and find out? After all, there can never be too much love in this tortured world of ours...
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