September is the time of year when the sunny hues of summer give way to the subdued colors of fall. It’s when crazy packed days become lazier and more laid back. When shorts and flip flops give way to sweaters and socks. There are still brilliant days, when skies are an endless blue and their intensity is almost blinding. But they are less predictable and when they do occur, we rush out and relish them because this day may be the last day of summer.
In the past few weeks, I’ve banished thoughts of imminent October and gorged on locally sourced peaches, plums and tomatoes. I’ve cranked up the BBQ and enjoyed perfectly imperfect (.. some would say burnt) chicken and deliciously grilled oysters. I’ve had great meals with new friends and outstanding ones at newly discovered restaurants.
I’ve learnt how to kayak, adequately if not efficiently and taken in some wonderful views in the process. I now know where to look for perching eagles, playful otters and rowdy gangs of harbor seals crowding the dock. I’ve picked up my camera and clicked a few photos.
I went to the hatchery where the salmon were running with hopes of seeing bears feeding in their natural habitat. But it’s early yet and the bears and fish were not all there.
Most of all, I’ve seen some wonderful sunsets. This is Long Beach on a misty evening with just enough light to cast a pink glow on the sand and sky. It was an ethereal sight and if I hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t have believed the colors.
But it was real.
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Also for this month, Donna from Retirement Reflections asks about our September with thoughts about Peace and Home.