Garrison Keillor is in town tonight, and though I’m not going to hear him perform, his coming reminded me that I haven’t read through the wonderfully diverse offerings of The Writer’s Almanac in a while. This poem particularly caught my eye, continuing with the autumn theme.
The Signature Mark of Autumn
The signature mark of autumn has arrived at last with the rains: orange
pumpkin, orange persimmon, orange lichen on rocks and fallen logs; a
moon hung low over the orchard; moist, ruddy limbs of the madrone,
oak leaf, storm-peeled redwood, acorns emptied by squirrels and jays;
mushrooms, orange boletes, Witch’s Butter sprouting on rotted oak, the
Galerina, and of course, chanterelles, which we’ll eat tonight with pasta,
cheese, and wine.
Do you listen to podcasts? I am such a visual learner that I find I spend more time reading on npr.org than actually doing much listening. It’s something I’d like to change. Yesterday I washed dishes and listened to a podcast and it seemed like such a good match – can’t get too distracted (soapy hands) but listening to someone else’s voice made the task I always dread seem less boring, too.