Breaking the Autumn “Rule”

By , August 13, 2014

Monday, Aly and I broke “the rule.” As rain poured on the fog-shrouded land and water, we turned on our favorite autumn music, brewed hot drinks, and settled down to work on a puzzle.

We broke the “rule” of ignoring the coming of autumn for a decent interval beyond Michelle’s “summer” birthday (see The Circle of the Seasons: Autumn or Ghost Ferns and Witchy Woods).

While we consider the seasons differently than most, following the Celtic calendar in that regard, the onset of autumn must be delayed until about August 15th, the end of the series of events that constitute the previously mentioned Reserve Week. With Michelle at work, and a weather shut down of normal outdoor work (and an unpleasant surprise I won’t detail, but that cancelled our plan to make soap that day) we decided to give in to the feeling.

We could hardly be blamed. On Michelle’s birthday (which was, if anything, more rainy than Monday) she herself suggested mulling highbush cranberry juice—a late autumn to Christmas treat in our home! She opened the door a crack, and we rushed through it.

We enjoyed a very cozy, comfortable day without any real exertions (see “Hunker Down Days”) with a couple of exceptions. We found a patch of fresh king bolete mushrooms near the guest house, which augmented our sockeye salmon dinner. We also ran outside to watch a pair of killer whales, a male and female, pass within 20 feet of the beach near high tide! They passed so close that when I first caught sight of the big male, It looked like a humpback whale.

What a great way to celebrate the 8th anniversary of moving here!

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