It’s the first day of autumn tomorrow in the Southern Hemisphere. The days are getting shorter. I wake to dark. The early light is softer. The shadows longer, before they take shape. Yes, autumn is Nature’s zen time. A time to let things fall away.
I’m home for a few days enjoying the simple things that life offers before I leave home again.
I’ve had time for a leisurely stroll through markets enjoying the mindfulness of the taste, feel and smell of fresh produce. Summer lingered in the scent of peaches. The green herbs still have their zest. I’ve had time to query when did we change our habits to have a wall of different milks to choose? Do we really need the mega bulk stores that promote savings if you buy more. Really?! I’ve found the only savings I make, is when I don’t buy anything at all.
I’ve had time to take a break and enjoy lunch with my son. Listening to him talk about his university studies with enthusiasm, a parent could not ask for more. I’m looking forward to a high tea with his fiancee and my daughter. Amid girlish giggles, we have been practising holding out our pinky finger, delicately.
I’m enjoying a few days of simple living. Taking time to talk to neighbours about this and that and nothing at all. The veggie man in the supermarket, did not avoid me. I had given him a piece of my mind a while back when I wanted some garlic and found they were labelled “Produce of Mexico” and “Produce of Peru”. I queried why on earth, when we have market gardeners just down the road. He proudly showed me the local produce section, yes, it’s tucked away in a corner and more expensive. The law of supply and demand.
I’ve had time to enjoy roasting tomatoes in garlic and basil, to store in olive oil for a pasta meal, or for a quick hot soup. I love the vibrancy of the colour and taste. With crusty bread, it is one of my favourite meals.
When I lived in Canada, autumn was my favourite time of year. I loved the changing of colours that we rarely find here.
Autumn in Western Australia has a chill to it. Perhaps, we feel it more acutely because it’s the sudden shift in temperature from the intense summer, to a few degrees cooler. I’ve come to embrace this. I know as winter approaches, there will be pots of spicy goulash or beautiful stew to bring the family together.
Perhaps it is an artefact of aging that one comes to appreciate the simple things later in life. The only regret I have, is not knowing how to appreciate an uncomplicated life, in my youth.
a dawn bird