It’s not that time of the year without…
I know, I know. But that’s such a cliché, isn’t it? I know what you expect me to say, so I’m doubly determined not to. It’s not any time of the year without my stubbornness.
But it niggles at the back of your brain like the scratch on your Daddy’s old 45rpm, doesn’t it? Pop, pop, pop, hissssss, pop, pop, pump–nope, not today.
I know, there’s so much clove oil and nutmeg oozing through your thoughts you’re hallucinating lattes and dying to try it (on the sly, of course – shopping where none of your friends will see you) in Spam.
What springs to mind, first, for me, is a cool, crisp, September day. New clothes in autumn colors – the colors of Nature’s last hurrah before pulling up a blanket of snow and crawling under the covers for a dirt nap. The grass sparkles with frosted dewdrops, already evaporating as the the first light of dawn brushes a rosy kiss across the lawn. It is the mingled smells of the classroom: decades of gym sweat, a fresh dab of paint here and there, crayons, freshly-sharpened #2 pencils, non-toxic mint paste that comes with its own spoon.
It’s just a matter of time before mint gives way to cinnamon and ginger. I can’t be the first to think up that nefarious idea.
It’s not that time of year without construction paper and scissors. Orange Jack-o-Lanterns with black triangles and toothy grins. Brown cornucopia stuffed with fruit cut from the pages of Mom’s Good Housekeeping magazine. Hand-print turkeys with feathers in every color, decorated with seeds and beads and a sprinkling of glitter.
Allspice makes everything nice…except for all the things it doesn’t.
I think of hot chocolate with tiny, crisp marshmallows, like boring versions of the ones that come in Lucky Charms cereal. If Lucky Charms were chocolate, it would be called Count Chocula, and it would turn boring milk brownish gray, but disappointingly not very chocolate-y. Nostalgic parents would buy it, just to show their kids how good kids have got it, today, and make them long for their Honey Nut Cheerios.
It’s not that time of the year without ice cold, tart, apple cider and a pile of crunchy fall leaves to jump into. Except that it is, if you live in the tropics, where fall leaves are a figment of an overactive imagination, and raking large leaf piles take too much work to leap into them and start all over again.
And there you have it – the seasons change, whether we’re ready or not. They change, and time marches relentlessly on, leaving us in its wake, longing for the time of eggnog and sugar cookies, shopping-mall fisticuffs and off-key carol-singing wafting through the chilly air. Think it all you want, but if you blink, you’ll miss it.
Bring me back a strong, black cup of French Market coffee with a thick swirl of heavy cream, will you?
The prompt for this month is ‘It’s not that time of the year without….’. I received this tag from Shubra, who wrote THE 4 F’S #WORDSMATTER. I am happy to pass it along, next, to our favorite ObsessiveMom. There are nearly 40 of us on this Blog Hop and it will be spread over 3 days – 4, 5, 6 October 2019. Do follow the #WordsMatter Blog Hop and prepare to be pleasantly surprised!