We're caught in a clash of seasons, here in Central Texas.
Nature blatantly dons the latest autumn fashions - leaves glisten in oranges and golds while the sky is sheathed in brilliant azure - but stubborn summer refuses to give up control of the thermostat.
Triple digits again today.
"Sorrow and scarlet leaf,
Sad thoughts and sunny weather.
Ah me, this glory and this grief
Agree not well together!"
- Thomas Parsons, 1880, A Song For September
And yet the Harvest Moon rose, right on schedule. Kinda reassuring in this crazy world, isn't it?
"Smoke hangs like haze over harvested fields,
The gold of stubble, the brown of turned earth
And you walk under the red light of fall
The scent of fallen apples, the dust of threshed grain
The sharp, gentle chill of fall.
Here as we move into the shadows of autumn
The night that brings the morning of spring
Come to us, Lord of Harvest
Teach us to be thankful for the gifts you bring us ..."
- Autumn Equinox Ritual
(Cropped but otherwise, straight out of the camera. Love that orange color!)
"And Fall, with her yeller harvest moon and the hills growin' brown and golden under a sinkin' sun."
~ Roy Bean