Weekender: Pockets, Blue

It feels, just feels like a holiday when the air is this warm, crisp, when there are autumn apples and cider doughnuts from a little cobblestone market, and a bounty of pumpkin scones from Alice's Tea Cup all drizzled with sweet. When there is cider and ginger tea, and the light feels this orange, this blue. Acorns have been scattered along the paths for a couple of weeks now, threatening to turn our ankles, threatening to disappear before long if we neglect to scoop up the caps, fill our pockets. The corner stores boast pumpkins, and the last of the bumbling bees mumble along. These last ladies never fail to break my heart a little, diligently gathering as the evenings grow cold. I lean over and thank them for being so clever, worry over their thin wings.

We scoop up what acorns we can find. We empty our pockets of those things it will not do to keep. We prepare, buying pencils and tights, turn our eyes skyward, waiting for showers, leaves.

{Photo by lovely Kristina of Lovely Morning}