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I Prefer Autumn
I like things happening as usual. I was a little unsettled because of the high temperatures and the absence of rain at the beginning of this Autumn.
I love Autumn, but till this week It seamed that the summer would never end. We were wearing summer clothes and sandals. Plus, we are going thru a pretty strong drought. The reservoirs are close to empty.
We are waiting for the rain with anxiety. In other places of Spain they’ve had torrential rains but nothing over here. The landscape usually green and leafy appears dry and dusty. Some trees hadn’t change its colour yet.
I went out to take pictures of the colours of the Autumn in the forest And only have found some leaves on the floor in a very hot day. As every Autumn, the man who sells roasted chestnuts arrived with his portable stove to my street, filling everything with the nice smell of his merchandise, but it was so hot that there was no appeal to buy the hot chestnuts he was selling for 1 euro a dozen.
I would prefer a nice autumn season with rains, fresh weather, feel the cold in my cheeks, stop by the chestnut seller and buy a dozen to warm my hands and my stomach.
Lazy Photo
A friend of mine invited me to visit her village in a beautiful valley north from my city. I went with my camera and my walker and found it very difficult strolling through the cobbled streets. My walker advanced rattling and my balance was unstable. The group of friends decided to visit the village’s ancient church. There was a flight of steps pretty steep. A real barrier for me. So I decided I had had enough of struggling with my walker, and I was going to wait down alone. I was feeling lazy, down there doing nothing. I noticed someone was watching me attentively. It was really handsome, so I took a picture of him. I did it carefully and quietly because i didn’t want to scare him. Here he is.
Later, my friends went to the cemetery. Again, the access was impossible for me. I waited wandering at the main square, where there is a fronton to play basque ball or jai alai. There was nobody around. From one of the sides of the fronton there was a view of the nearby mount I liked. The day was cloudy and the light wasn’t good. But I took a photo anyway.
Fall
Today, publish a post based on unused material from a previous piece –a paragraph you nixed, a link you didn’t include, a photo you decided not to use. Let your leftovers shine!
This is a picture I took for the challenge Photography 101 on the theme ” double”. It shows two benches, so it fits in the theme, but somehow I found it lifeless, boring and I haven’t published it until today. I took a better photo for that assignment and forgot about this one. There is a reason why leftovers are leftovers. Usually are failures we left aside because are useless.
This picture might illustrate an article about solitude, or about the autumn and the fall of the leaves, with the typical considerations about the fleeting time we have left. But I’m not in a mood. Too depressing.
Actually I like fall. The weather is not so bad over here, despite the rainfalls and strong winds. I enjoy the changing colours of the nature, warm colours, just before that the trees get naked for winter.
This year, autumn has come late and the changes in the trees have been quick. Now we have an avalanche of fallen leaves, and the city gardeners are working extra to maintain clean parks and streets. But with the strong winds we have these days it’s impossible. Sometimes it’s difficult to walk, above all if it’s raining and all is covered by slippery leaves.
A walk in autumn on the old city has its charm. I like to stop by the stalls of the street vendors of roasted chestnuts. I love to warm my cold hands with the hot chestnuts while I eat them in my way back home.
August Blues
As a kid, were you happy or anxious about going back to school? Now that you’re older, how has your attitude toward the end of the summer evolved?
August blues is what we have suffered over here from day one. Summer skipped our city. We had Autumn in August. The weather has been awful. Rain, cold temperatures (55 to 64)… Most days we have had to go out with sweater, raincoat and umbrella, and leave the summer clothes in the closet waiting for better days. Even the trees are behaving as if Autumn had arrived. Just this week, finally we are enjoying some sunny and hot days (69 to 80). And now the prompt comes to remind me that August is almost over. Thank you. Back to the blues.
I’m used to the crazy changes in the weather in my city and I thought that they won’t affect my mood any more, but this year I was surprised to find how tired I was of the cold and the overcast.
Now I’m enjoying these few good days we have, trying to heat my bones and absorb the light that we lacked till now.
When I was a kid I didn’t like to go back to school after summer. I remember school as a dark and cold place full of people who didn’t understand me and where i had to do things I didn’t like. Of course I preferred summer vacations when I could play with my brother, my sisters and my friends freely all the time in places full of light and laughter
The race
Write about anything you’d like, but make sure that all seven colors of the rainbow — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet — make an appearance in the post, either through word of image.
Violet was playing with her brother Arthur riding her shiny red bicycle in the park. He proposed a race. She was not happy because she knew Arthur was going to win. But she had nobody else to play with, so she accepted.
It was Autumn. They were in a field covered by wet green grass spotted with bright yellow ginkgo bilbo a fallen leaves. Thee evening breeze was fresh. The sunset light tinted everything in orange and gold.
Arthur began to pedal fast and she tried to go at the same speed but it was useless. Violet’s bike slipped on the wet grass and she fell.
When Arthur heard her sister crying, he stopped and came back to help her. Nothing serious. The grass had softened the fall. But she had a bruise in her knee that was quickly turning from reddish to indigo.
It’s your fault!, she said. No it’s’ your fault, he said. Why quarreling like that? No use. They knew it. Besides it was getting late. So they picked up their bikes and returned home slowly. No more races for the day.
Daily Prompt: Roy G. Biv.
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Try to remember
For many of us the seasons are changing, bouncing unpredictably between cold and warm. Are you glad to be moving into a new season, or wishing for one more week of the old?
Autumn is beautiful.
I love when the season is already there with all the symphony of colors in display. The nature is beautiful. And if I can I go out to enjoy the sights I do. I would like to have words and the ability to put them together with some sense to describe what I feel contemplating the Autumn landscapes. I can’t. I prefer to show you one of them near to my city.
Because of my circumstances I’m lately tied to the urban environment, but I have in my city enough green spaces to enjoy the change of the season and I always can remember. When I feel down, which is often when the season is changing, I use to sing the old song from “The Fantasticks” that used to perform Jerry Orbach:
Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Deep in December, it’s nice to remember,
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December, it’s nice to remember,
Without a hurt the heart is hollow.
Deep in December, it’s nice to remember,
The fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December, our hearts should remember
And follow.
Daily Prompt: Mid-Season Replacement.
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