The Four Seasons
“The Four Seasons” is the theme of an antique piece of fabric. Living in New Hampshire, I have always loved the four seasons. I believe that people who live elsewhere get cheated. Of course, if you live in Vermont, you get an extra season: Mud Season.
Today, we had some errands to run. As we rode along the highways to reach the other side of town, I could not help but notice the purple-topped grass, by the side of the road. It was as though someone had taken a paintbrush and just swiped the top of the grass to color it. However, this is a late summer occurrence. That grass is present, earlier, but stays green until now.
We continue to see a lot of Wild Turkeys. They boldly strut, wherever they want, usually without a male in sight, except for mating season. We did see a lone male turkey, a few weeks ago. During hunting season, they must smell the guns or something, because they all skedaddle to the underbrush.
The Webworms are prevalent at this time of year. I haven’t checked our yard yet. One can always take a broom and dislodge the “web,” after which birds will come along to dismantle the contents, in a feeding frenzy.
This morning, we saw a pair of Goldfinches. They are attracted to the tall, yellow, Evening Primrose plants that have little seeds to eat. Today, we saw the birds in another patch of yellow flowers.
This time of year, the blue of bodies of water looks even more blue. The clouds are fluffy and not ominous like thunder clouds.
We are enjoying good weather, as we sail into another season: autumn. As usual, I’m looking forward to crisp apples, cool weather, and traveling around a bit to see the foliage. And, of course, I’m anticipating more reading, needlework and quilting.
Patricia Cummings
