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Preparing for Autumn is always a joy. It is my favorite time of year. This year we will be busy and I will not able to plan a romantic trip but I will still think about it this and every fall.
There is special romance in each season. Winter is all about cuddling by the fire, and long nights, reading or watching movies. Spring brings opportunities for picnics and trips to the botanical gardens or a zoo. Summer is that first chance too cool down by a quick dip in the farm pond, a river or mountain stream. Just be careful no one steals your clothes!
Fall is full of things all of the other seasons bring, cool, sometimes cold nights, warm sunny, sometimes dog days hot afternoons, and those first low humidity mornings. Sheer bliss!
Take advantage of the magic in the air and grab your sweetie for a drive through the Carolinas from the coast to the mountains there are lots of festivals, farm stands wineries, restaurants and b&b’s waiting to be discovered.
Early summer about thirty years ago, I experienced my first Sandhills river morning while dipping a pan of water from the Lumber/Lumbee River. The water was so dark. I remember having dipped it for perking coffee my father and uncle would drink. It looked like a free flowing coffee lovers dream already. I eased the pan down to the surface as I leaned over and dipped the pan in and quickly up. I was amazed at how crystal clear it was in the pan! It was magic to a young girls eyes. I tried again I think twice more to get that dark water in the pan that I saw all around me.
I love that meandering coffee cup and the spell it had on me that day, and I love it for all the memories it gave me, that I will cherish always. It is the place I learned to swim. It is the place I learned to distinguish a water moccasin from a peice of driftwood swimming in the dark water. It is the last place I went fishing with the great men of my life, my father, my uncle Ray, my husband and father in law. It is where I go still when I need to retreat from the world. It may be at different points on the banks, but it is always the same peace of mind when I have left it’s side.
John Charles McNeill wrote of similar feelings concerning the terrapin and drifting foam. I too will forever remember my first morning in the dark water with sandy feet I will always call home.
From time to time we look at each other at the grocery checkout and think, how did we possibly put that much into our shopping cart? Today I started thinking about grocery shopping in a whole new way. If you think about it any grocery shopping experience is a luxury. In most of the world people eat what they have, there are no choices before them. The only choice is to try to find something, anything to eat, or sit and starve.
So I feel very guilty that I grumble and complain at the cost for it is a true luxury that we are able to eat with such mindlessness and with so many choices in front of us. Of course there is a premium. I did nothing to raise the beef I bought nor did I rake and hoe the tomato or potato hills. Yet I got fresh food, relatively fast. It should not surprise me that it was costly. I still do not like the price tag, but I think today I really put this into perspective.
Now if I can keep that perspective, I will feel better, but I am human and sadly used to being a spoiled American.