High Temperature: 82F Low Temperature: 60F Sunrise: 7:07 am Sunset: 7:35 pm Humidity: 72% Wind: sw 1 mph Chance of Rain: 10%
It wasn't just the cooler temperatures and the overcast sky that made this day feel entirely different from the day before. There was a sense of abandonment when we returned from our brief trip to the city. Not that we had abandoned our country home, but that our summer companions - the wrens, the scissortails, the night jars, and even the deer flies - had fled Oklahoma for other places, for their winter homes.
It's a sign of the future. Soon we will settle into the quiet melancholy of fall. As the color brown makes its slow advance across the oaks, pecans, and winged elms, our winter friends will return (or remain), making due with the seeds in the fields and the daily bounty of the bird feeders. The goldfinches will swap their brilliant yellow for camouflaged brown. The robins will make busy, brief layovers, hopping along the drive, chattering incessantly to one another before continuing on their southern journey. The hawks will become more noticeable and the owls will be heard hoot-hooting from distant trees. Droves of cedar wax wings, moving nearly as one, will settle first in this tree and then in that tree, delicately plucking the hackberry berries off with their distinctive beaks.
I look forward to this all. The gray days, the fits of rain. The sound of wind in the brittle leaves, the dogs reveling in the colder temperatures. As I get older and as the country continues its descent into a kind of madness, these good days - untouched, golden - become more precious.