Meet Sigmund and Sue (swans), they're thrilled with the fall, and excited that all the human tourists will give them back their lake for a few months. Their only issues will be with the ducks, and the brawny birds, who can take the frigid temperatures of a New York Winter. Cheers to you S&S! If Spring came after fall, I could really appreciate the glory of this season, instead, I focus on the thought of Winter, and really should take in the beauty nature gives us. Never in my life have I planted a mum, just too depressing. I attribute my euphoria of sprintime as the result of cold winters, and guess the reason I get so excited is all the wintertime planning and dreaming of greener pastures.
Today was really a beautiful fall day, sunny and in the sixties, you can really enjoy falls' crispness, the gentle breezes and rustle of leaves, we will soon be picking up, and saving for mulch next year. The color in New York is breath taking, Halloween and the Thanksgiving season look better here than anywhere else on earth. I need to stop dwelling on the inevitable doom of Winter.
We are now in get ready mode (in competition with the squirrels) getting our homes prepared for the cold, making sure the windows and doors are draft-less. Fearing the high fuel prices, we fine tune the boilers for optimum performance, and those of us with fire places buy the wood for cozier gatherings.
In Piermont the optimists at the old sidewalk cafe still have the outside dining set up, but the patrons don't feel like roughing it, they walk past the maitre d to sit inside. Most of the barbeques are over, the die hard grillers will shovel thru the snow to get their grub charred before they make a path to the front door, but for most of us we'll wait for next year.
Alot of folks have the pits they put in the yard, for me-too much like camping.
Time to start making soups, stews, the good comfort foods, and taking out the blankets and slippers.
Look at the spectacular fall views on Piermont Avenue, in a couple of weeks the homes will be naked.
The boats are all being pulled in from the Hudson, and play time is over. Nyack boatmen are busy taking in the members toys. A grave yard of boat, the sailboats are mummified, wrapped in gauze and tombed till next Spring.
Another season in our life over, in New York the chapters are clearly defined.
Beautiful tree (Manse), prematurely ripened before the others in Tappan New York.