Behold congenial Autumn comes, the Sabbath of the Year. – John Logan
So here we are again in autumn, my favorite season of the year; the sun’s apparent path will cross the celestial equator at 20:44 UTC, which is to say 3:44 PM on my clock. But in a sense we’ve already been here for weeks; this year’s summer was mild and lazy, and could only bring herself to nearly-full strength twice, for the second week in July and the first full week of August. By the second full week of August she was bored with the whole thing, and we’ve been enjoying warm (and a few hot) days and cool nights ever since. Not that I’m complaining; as a true daughter of Autumn I am always happy to see her arrive and sorry to see her go, and as far as I’m concerned Mistress Summer is more than welcome to go off-duty as early as she likes every year for the rest of my days. That’s even more true now that I’ve arrived in the autumn of my life; though I do enjoy the change of seasons as I always have, I’m also glad that the wheel seems to turn with increasing speed as I age and the time between blessed autumns seems to grow ever shorter with the passing years.
I wish all of my readers a happy Mabon; whatever your beliefs may be, may you receive the fruits of your labor and enjoy every success and happiness in your personal, sexual, emotional and professional lives. Blessed Be!
It’s not directly related to your message here, but I just wanted to say how much I’ve enjoyed reading you the last few months. You were a pleasant surprise that stretched my brain more than once. Thanks, and the blessings of the season to you and yours.
I hope I can keep stretching it for a long time to come. 🙂
I have officially busted out my high heel boots, pretty scarves, turtlenecks (or tactical turtlenecks according to Archer), and my red jacket. 😀 Blessed Be on this Mabon and welcome Autumn!
Pretty mild summer here in South Louisiana too. I wasted it though – working seven days a week. I need to figure a way to stop this shit!
By the way … who’s cheering for a government shutdown? LOL!! Meeeeee!
Maggie, I’m sure you haven’t reached the autumn of your life – more like high summer.
Happy Mabon
Oh, dear, don’t wish that on me! No, autumn it is, and about time, too. 🙂
Hi Maggie. Back in July and August I had posted a number of comments regarding porn (I think) and you said that you were going to address some of the points in a blog come September. I have not been to your blog since, until now, so I am unaware if you did that yet. If you have, could you link me to it?
Thankyou.
PS: I also don’t recall the moniker I used here at the time. So the one below may or may not be new, but its me all the same.
The name you used was “Culturephile”; I’ve taken the liberty of editing your two new comments to reflect it. The name of the column you’re looking for it “Utopia“.
[…] I become dreadfully morbid in autumn. It starts subtly with my meditation on the dying year every autumnal equinox, increases through October with a number of horror-themed columns, reaches a peak on All Hallows […]
I’ve invented a character who, each time she turns sixty, goes to the rejuvenation center for a few months and comes out thirty. Thirty years later, back to the rejuvenation center. She’s a hundred twenty-three years old when the story begins, and looks sixty-one. Time for rejuvenation! She’s a bit late this time, though. There was an incident with a time machine, a hippie, an FBI agent, Jimi Hendrix, some dinosaurs…
I hope your Mabon was all you could have wished it to be, and I wish you many more in the future.