I said goodbye to summer this week. Time for sweaters, jackets, boots. (Okay—I live in Scotland. So actually, it’s just time for slightly warmer versions of the above, which we pretty much wear all summer too.) But I did put out the the little felt pumpkins my nieces made, and heated up some cider. I’m ready for autumn.
Looking at some old posts, I saw this from several years back.
Waiting For Autumn.
She squinted up at her granddaughter through fading autumn sun. “I’ve been coming to this beach for seventy-odd years. You don’t need to wait here with me.”
She remembered childhood mornings with him, sailing their little boat, her red silk scarf as their flag. Long afternoons they drifted, slept, tried out kissing, talked about sailing a bigger boat across the lake, then the ocean. They waited.
One September morning, her stomach cramped. Her mother said no more sailing with him. On the third day that she didn’t go to the dock, her mother brought news. The boat floated back, but he was gone. She waited.
She married one of the young men her brother brought home. Every summer she brought her children, then her grandchildren, to the lake. She waited.
“Nana?”
There, footprints down to the waterfront, a small boat almost invisible against the sunlight, something red streaming in the wind.
“Nana, where are you?” She waited.
Bun Karyudo said:
I like your joint effort very much and it goes very well with the photo. It does make me sad, though. I guess thinking about a lifetime of longing and waiting is bound to have that effect.
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barbtaub said:
Thanks so much! This is NOT my usual thing, but we had fun with it. (In real life, I have almost no patience with silent suffering.)
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Bun Karyudo said:
Well, having fun with writing is the main thing. Silent suffering doesn’t happen much in my family either. If, for example, one of my kids gets a microscopically smaller amount of ice cream than his brother, he’ll make absolutely sure that the rest of us know all about this tragic turn of events. 🙂
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barbtaub said:
I’m with your kids! If I suffer, the universe will damn well hear about it.
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Bun Karyudo said:
Goodness, don’t encourage them, Barb! 🙂
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Paul said:
That’s awful short. Bwahaha Well done. 😀
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coldhandboyack said:
Wonderful piece of writing.
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barbtaub said:
Thanks so much!
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linda1633 said:
I loved your joint effort! To me, it spoke of her being reunited with her one true love at the end of her years. To me, it showed that she went on with her life, but that he was always still in her heart.
So much said in so few words. You two did a great job together and I loved this!
Linda
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barbtaub said:
Thank you Linda for those very kind words.
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Elyse said:
Beautiful — the photo and the vignette.
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barbtaub said:
Bastet is amazingly talented in so many ways.
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Mick Canning said:
That’s lovely, Barb!
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barbtaub said:
Thank you Mick!
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noelleg44 said:
Lovely, sad, poignant story!
Our change to autumn doesn’t really happen until mid to late October. Right now we are still pretty green although there are some leaves falling,especially when it rains. Temps? 80-90! I like to buy pots of different color mums to put on the back and front steps, a fall wreath for the door.
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barbtaub said:
That sounds so lovely!
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Ali Isaac said:
A beautiful sad story, Barb. I loved it. Not your usual style, but you rocked it! 😁
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