Pale September, I Wore the Time Like a Dress that Year

in september i feel the long, dry summer in my skin and bones.

roaming around town, visiting my old haunts, ... i feel like dry chaff, blowing in a hot breeze.
it feels like it should be fall now, kids are back in school, Apple Hill is open: orchards full of pink ladies and galas and golden apples, fat pears falling to the ground, hay rides and scarecrows.
but the days are still long and dusty and hot; the grass is dying; the hills are yellow; i pick wicked stickers out of my cats' fur incessantly. 
am i complaining? i am a summer girl and i swore i would never complain about the heat, and i am not. and it never even got that hot anyway. 

i am just ready to be refreshed.
thirsty for rain.

i remember this feeling from the first fall after i graduated high school. i was seventeen and taking a couple classes at the community college. i was driving around in my big old rusty station wagon with fake wood side paneling. up to apple hill and down to the river, climbing wooden fences, going out for ice cream sundaes with my friends, singing in graveyards, swinging at the park. drinking coors light at the end of a dirt road at a place they called the ruins. 

i still go to the same places. i still drive down smith flat road past the abandoned house that is fenced off now. 
i still stare at the old gravestones, the ages and names.

the ruins now, behind a chain link fence ...the big metal structure is gone, there's just a pile of rubble and some leftover twisty junk. and a dirty sleeping bag, weeds, thistles.

that day the sky was dark and a storm was brewing to the east over the mountains. late in the evening i walked to the school to meet my friends, watching lightning in the gloomy sky just over the hills. thunder shaking my bones. we were swinging as it started to sprinkle raindrops and we all jumped for joy. i felt a chill for the first time in long long months. but then the rain stopped, and it's summer days again.

and i keep haunting these oaken hills. i feel like a slip hung out on the line. 
tumbleweeds. brown leaves. spiderwebs, these days.


i love this little journey through youth. thank you
Amy Beatty said…
love that head scarf - dreaming green! Matt looked over my shoulder while I was reading your blog. I could feel his longing to be there. The days here are still really warm, I wouldn't say hot but the nights get so nice and cozy. I need to wear jammies to bed now, i love it. but I am still just sleeping with the summer sheets :)I totally thought your new blog was going to be your awesome video. surprise surprise. love you
Milla said…
What a beautiful post Heather-Feather. I love dipping into your memories, I love that you're so connected to your piece of earth, have so many layers of memories of it. Always one for cemeteries, I'm quite in awe os this one. The lives lived. Charlie ;). The wooden headstones. And you, you look very earthy and beautiful.

Fall love and leaves and cider.
Celynne said…
Your memories of being near my age always make me feel like I'm somehow not doing things right. Like I should be having mad adventures and building memories. I know our blogs aren't ALL there is about our lives but I keep worrying a decade from now, I won't have anything to look back on fondly.

I rarely go any of the places I used to when I was younger. I don't live in my home town anymore, and the few places I see when I visit feel lonely and detached. Odd how places change, physically and in feeling.
I get haunty with the seasons too; I feel you. I used to write about how the crickets still sang in september, but sadly. Its wonderful to have this rotating dance so well with every season.
Just stumbled across your blog looking for some inspirational navajo images, its awesome.

Do check out mine too if you can, I travel quite alot too and have just come back from Mexico last week :)


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