"Ah, September! You are the doorway to
the season that awakens my soul..."
PEGGY TONEY HORTON
It's been a busy week. And the weather has held up. Except we had a few heavy smoke days so we stayed indoors for a couple of them. Which gave me a chance to read Ann Cleeves's first Vera mystery The Crow Trap which was published in 1999. It was one of my library book sale finds. I enjoyed reading the book after having watched most of the Vera episodes on television. The actors play out in my head as I follow the story on paper. Brenda Blethyn looms large as life as she drinks tea and calls people "Pet" while going about her business of finding a killer. I learned a lot more about Vera from reading the novel. There is so much that film doesn't or can't catch. I'm glad I read it.
Along with the turn of the calendar page, the season turned as well. We had lovely summer days the last week of August, but this week there has been a definite bite in the air. I wasn't venturing around in shorts and sleeveless tee-shirts, but I spotted one young woman waiting for the school bus the other morning who looked like she might have wished for a wee jacket. What we will do at 16 to look cool.
I hope you enjoy today's Five on Friday edition. Thank you for stopping by! xo
One. The season is changing
While it's officially still summer, around here autumn leaves are falling (I've had fun crunching in a few tiny piles along the roadside). The nights are getting cooler, and the daytime temperatures have a crispness in the air even though you can still feel the real warmth of the sun on your back. To mark the coming changes, I pulled out my copy of Autumn, An anthology for the changing seasons, edited by Melissa Harrison and copied out a few lines that say what I feel too:
"Autumn is an adventure, a season of transformation, and a time to prepare for the long winter ahead. It is a thousand leaves falling to the ground and nourishing the soil beneath; it is . . . refreshing winds that sweep the haze of summer away; it is the calm before the storm. More than that, though, autumn is a celebration of senses, of new experiences for your eyes, ears, tongue, skin and nose; it rouses your consciousness after the calming effects of summer. Autumn isn't the season of decay or death, but one of wealth and renewal. It is the changing landscape; the subtle anticipation of winter. Autumn is to be enjoyed. Autumn is bold bursts of colour that leap from every corner of the landscape; it is golden yellow, fiery red, bright orange, and rich chocolate brown, and a faded green that reminds us of summer."
From the essay by Louise Baker, 2016
Two. How cute is this?
A dear friend gave me this sweet teapot box which is the perfect size for tucking in favourite samples of tea. Or, in this case, a baggie of dried ginger root strips for brewing in a teapot. The ginger was so fragrant when I opened the box.
Three. My friend Barry
Barry was my best friend when I was a little girl not yet in school. I should also tell you that Barry was invisible, and only I could see him. I have no idea how I came to have such a friend, but I know the name came from an actual boy who visited with his family at our neighbour's house. We must have met them.
To this day, I still have one vivid picture in my mind's eye of me walking outside with my arm draped around Barry's shoulder. I have no idea what we chatted about, but we were best buddies. I never told anyone about my new friend. My mom told me of the time when she went to sit down at the kitchen table and I yelled, "You can't sit there. Barry is sitting there." I think Mom realized I needed a playmate. Hmmm, maybe that's when my little sister came along.I'm sharing this with you today because Barry came to visit the other day out of the blue (only in my memory, of course). I think he looked pretty much as he did 64 or 65 years ago. He hadn't aged in my mind's eye. But I do wonder what this now grown man must look like in real life today.
Four. Loving this
bouquet of flowers that sits on the dining room table.
Five. Guest blogging elsewhere
I am guest blogging on InScribe today "One Unfinished Project: Starting Again". I'm chatting about picking up a memoir I started writing several years ago but never finished. I'd love for you to join me over THERE.
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Wishing you a beautiful day,
Brenda
Photo credits:
(Top) Image by ... from Pixabay
(Autumn) Image by ... from Pixabay
(Paper Teapot) by Brenda Leyland @ It's A Beautiful Life
(Little girl) Image by Hai Nguyen from Pixabay
(Bouquet) by Brenda Leyland @ It's A Beautiful Life
(Computer) Image by Jan Vašek from Pixabay
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Morning, Brenda, Fall is my very favourite season, a wonderful lead up to Thanksgiving and Christmas. I enjoyed your story of your imaginary friend Barry. I like to think of my inner child as Poppy. She is about 8 years old when her story begins. She has all sorts of adventures. Enjoy your weekend. I’m off to read your guest blog. Hugs, Elaine (in Toronto)
ReplyDeleteI love this time of year, too. As you say it's a wonderful lead up to Thanksgiving and Christmas. Have you written about Poppy at all - she sounds like someone I might like to 'meet' in a story. Thanks so much for stopping by, Elaine.
DeleteAutumn is my least favorite season so I love to be encouraged by quotes and books to keep me feeling good. I do love the change in weather!
ReplyDeleteI would be most interested, Diane, in hearing about why autumn is your least favorite season. I'm so glad you stopped by, thank you.
DeleteI love your story about Barry! I never had an invisible friend.
ReplyDeleteBarbara, I was the oldest in my family and was three when my sister was born, so I would have been four or five before she would have been ready to be a playmate. We lived on a farm, with neighbours a mile or two away. With no children around to play with, I wonder if that's why I invented Barry. Thanks for dropping by.
DeleteI never had an imaginary friend, but my youngest daughter had one! Abby was the friends' name. Once in a store I saw her waving down an aisle. I asked, "Who are you waving at?" She answered, "Abby and her mom are here!" This friend was very real to her.
ReplyDeleteAww, what a cute story, Deanna. Barry was very real to me, too.
DeleteLovely post as always, Brenda. Enjoyed the excerpt from Louise Baker’s essay very much. I love fall, as I love each season — there’s something special about each one. But fall brings a special coziness, somehow. 🍂 - Janet
ReplyDeleteThat is what I love about autumn, that it brings a special coziness with it. And as Elaine (above) mentioned, it leads us to Thanksgiving and Christmas very nicely with their own version of coziness to celebrate. Thanks, Janet! xo
DeleteThe season is definitely changing. Yesterday, as I puttered in my garden, I thought, "THIS is when I love working outside." When the weather is not too hot and not too cold. A perfect beginning to Autumn.
ReplyDeleteI love that you had a friend Barry. I can imagine you walking with your arm around him (what a perfect photo to match those words!). I never had an imaginary friend, but my husband did. Apparently, when his mom took away his soother for good, and he couldn't find it, she blamed this imaginary friend for taking it. Days later, when she noticed that hubby hadn't talked about the imaginary friend in a long time, she asked him where he was. "He died," was little hubby's reply. haha
I love hearing your insight that this is the season, in fact, when you love working outside. And thanks for sharing your hubby's story about his own imaginary friend. (No doubt he thought the friend was a traitor, snitching his soother like that - haha.)
DeleteMy husband and I just started watching the “Shetland” series (we are way late to the party on this one!) I’ll have to look for Ann Cleeve’s books. “Vera” is also on my list. I’m a little slow getting to television series, as you can tell!
ReplyDeleteI loved hearing about Barry. I never had an imaginary friend. My younger brother did, and I have to say I rather envied him for it!
Dear Karen, thank you for your note. I do hope you are enjoying Shetland. I LOVED that series. I loved Jimmy Perez. And I loved the scenery of that somewhat bleak, stark place ( the wind off the water felt bracing sitting on my couch) where, if you will notice, they wore winter jackets in June. I envy you a little that you are just getting to these two series - all new material to watch as autumn wraps around us. Enjoy!
DeleteThat last comment was mine. I have a new iPad and it seems I’ve become anonymous now :/
ReplyDeleteI loved reading about Barry. I never had an imaginary friend, but our eldest daughter did - two of them, Basum and Lisa. I thought it so charming.
ReplyDeleteWishing you a lovely weekend.
Your daughter must be a social butterfly to entertain not just one, but two imaginary friends. :) I'm glad I decided to share my friend Barry here on the blog. So many fun responses. My niece wondered if I'd read Elizabeth Goudge's children's story "The Little White Horse". In it, the little girl has a friend like Barry, but he goes away for a while, and when he returns, he actually shows up, in the flesh. My niece thought it was a fun twist on those imaginary friends. Now I want to go reread it. Thanks, Lorrie. xo
DeleteSo glad I found you blog. Enjoyed your fall writing!!
ReplyDeleteThank you! :)
DeleteI love Vera as well. Funnily enough, I had a chance to meet Brenda Blethyn years ago and remember her as a small woman.
ReplyDeleteAmalia
xo