Journal
of W.L. Fiddler
09/21/14
I awoke alone this morning at 0458 beating Casper our Rooster by a good 45 minutes. Maggi stayed in her cage and Simon remained curled up on my chair as I ate a Peach Yogurt. As has become the norm, I sat at the kitchen table, reflected on the previous day and began to write. With this being the last day of Summer I shall now reflect on my thoughts of the Autumn Solstice.
I awoke alone this morning at 0458 beating Casper our Rooster by a good 45 minutes. Maggi stayed in her cage and Simon remained curled up on my chair as I ate a Peach Yogurt. As has become the norm, I sat at the kitchen table, reflected on the previous day and began to write. With this being the last day of Summer I shall now reflect on my thoughts of the Autumn Solstice.
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| The White Mountains of New Hampshire |
Thoughts On The Last Day Of Summer
We awake
today and it's the last day of summer.
Tomorrow we march to the beat of a different drummer.
With fall in the air and geese on the fly,
the crops in the field all start to dry.
It's a transitional period as the colors do change,
were you off in New England you'll notice the range.
The reds of the Maples, the gold on the Ash,
the orange of the Pumpkin which soon you will mash.
In fields you'll see bundled, the harvested corn,
and each day we shall dress, to try keep warm.
Soon children will dress in costumes galore,
in hopes of some candy, when they knock on your door.
Tailgates and football on weekends, attracts a big crowd, with
friends bundled in blankets cheering real loud..
With the sun setting early and the moon on the rise,
we have visions of holidays locked in in our eyes.
Thanksgiving is coming with friends and family so dear
and a hot cup of wassail is toasted to cheer.
The smells from the kitchen as the bird cooks away,
is the highlight for all, at the end of the day.
For our wood burning stove, we cut up our logs and split up the wood,
and clean last year’s soot, out from under the hood.
The fire will burn and we'll stay toasty warm,
just waiting to experience, our first winter storm.
For this month and year, it's a Sunday you see,
I'll hop in the car and off to church I'll be.
And when I come home and sit in my chair,
I'll take a deep breath and know falls in the air.
W.L. Fiddler
09/21/2014
Tomorrow we march to the beat of a different drummer.
With fall in the air and geese on the fly,
the crops in the field all start to dry.
It's a transitional period as the colors do change,
were you off in New England you'll notice the range.
The reds of the Maples, the gold on the Ash,
the orange of the Pumpkin which soon you will mash.
In fields you'll see bundled, the harvested corn,
and each day we shall dress, to try keep warm.
Soon children will dress in costumes galore,
in hopes of some candy, when they knock on your door.
Tailgates and football on weekends, attracts a big crowd, with
friends bundled in blankets cheering real loud..
With the sun setting early and the moon on the rise,
we have visions of holidays locked in in our eyes.
Thanksgiving is coming with friends and family so dear
and a hot cup of wassail is toasted to cheer.
The smells from the kitchen as the bird cooks away,
is the highlight for all, at the end of the day.
For our wood burning stove, we cut up our logs and split up the wood,
and clean last year’s soot, out from under the hood.
The fire will burn and we'll stay toasty warm,
just waiting to experience, our first winter storm.
For this month and year, it's a Sunday you see,
I'll hop in the car and off to church I'll be.
And when I come home and sit in my chair,
I'll take a deep breath and know falls in the air.
W.L. Fiddler
09/21/2014
Sam, Ana and Rachael
The three ladies mentioned above got to spend a few days together in our nation's capitol. 1st Lieutenant Davies, USAF was on assignment with her foreign student pilots as they oriented about the ways of the U.S. of A. It is quite a perk to be able to bring your 2 1/2 month old daughter to work with you.
Rachael went over to D.C. on Friday to catch up with and visit her cousin Sam. With Sam in Mississippi and Ray on the Eastern Shore, they don't get to see each other very often.
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| Rachael and Ana in DC |
Kathy and Jeff
Last night Kathy and Jeff hosted us, Sarah and Scott for a gourmet Italian dinner. Upon arrival their porch was as inviting as any Italian restaurant could possibly be. The table was set to perfection with a pressed checkerboard tablecloth. A fine Chianti sat upon the table to compliment a meticulously prepared Brochette adorned with shaved Parmesan cheese. The main course was a Fettuccine dish of Italian Turkey Sausage crumbled in a delicate Basil Tomato sauce. A Peach Arugula salad with an Olive Oil, Lemon and Honey dressing accompanied the main course. The taste of this dish can only be described as magnificent. The coup de gras for anyone even thinking of dietary moderation came in the form of dessert. Our waitress Caterina brought to the table an immoral Tiramisu for closure to an evening of the finest Italian dinner. Truly we were dining in "Restorante Eden".
Thank you Jeff and Kathy.
Thank you Jeff and Kathy.
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| We now have another restaurant to add. |
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