The End of the Season

No more peaches. As of September 23rd the peach trees gave out and the local variety took their hiatus until next year. Apples are in and after Christmas the orchard will sell whatever is left and close until the spring. We'll be eating fruit shipped here from elsewhere or frozen, sliced and stuffed into bags.

Nothing lasts forever. The summer like days slim down to a few oddly out of place days. Perhaps autumn can tarry beyond the appointed time and winter will be squeezed out of some of its usual allotment of days.

Tomorrow evening I'm going to a birthday dinner for a friend. We'll all dine on Indian food and talk about the coming year and the past year. We'll toast the possibilities of days, lament the downfall of the Red Sox and maybe compare their decline to the decline of the Roman Empire.

I'll think about all the lost opportunities, the chances they had and the collapse.

I'd rather contemplate the three peaches in a white bowl. No bruises. Sweet aroma.