Well, this is embarrassing. My last blog post was on August 14: bees hard at work in the blazing sun. Now it’s Thanksgiving. The trees are mostly bare, the ground is mostly covered with leaves. Chilly winds whip dark clouds across the sky, easing from time to time to let woodsmoke tickle the nose. Life is full of turkey anticipation, apple cider wishes, and pumpkin-spice everything. I have just one question:
Where the heck did Summer go?
Somehow, when I wasn’t looking, the Summer Queen took her leave and left the stage. Perhaps she’s waiting in the wings for her curtain call. Do the damselflies and dragonflies know where we might find her?
Not very talkative.
Silent as a tomb.
Perhaps the chorus does?
Huh. If all the singers sound like this, this show will be a flop!
Unless it’s a bluegrass show. Green frogs, after all, sound like banjos.
In any event, he can’t answer my question.
Perhaps Her Majesty has retired to her dressing room? Surely the butterflies primping backstage have seen her.
One would be wrong, however.
She’s happy to give me a lesson on her own life, however. She knows from whence she came and eagerly shares. Egg to brightly striped caterpillar to chrysalis to orange beauty, in a course of a few short weeks.
Silence on the set! All fluttering stops as the stage manager, a Cecropia Moth caterpillar, slowly waddles though. No time for frivolity or conversation!
Suddenly it dawned on me: I’d been dream-walking through memories of summer that took place months ago, before the Summer Queen took her annual and inevitable bow.
Now, at Thanksgiving, I realize I’ve asking the wrong thing all along. The real question is:
Where did Autumn go?