Eccentric Flower:199809/four seasons of columbine
From Eccentric Flower
«September 1998 «Eccentric Flower
 |
ten september ninety eight eleven a m four seasons of columbine Well, it's officially fall. Ignore the calendar. Do you know why it's officially fall? Because upon leaving the house this morning, I thought, "Gee, I'd better put something on over this t-shirt." My clothing is a reliable barometer, since I wear nearly the same thing every day of my life (alas): The Four Seasons Of Columbine (cue Vivaldi) Spring: Flannel shirt, unbuttoned, over t-shirt Summer: t-shirt Fall: Flannel shirt back over t-shirt. Partially buttoned if windy. Winter: Coat worn over dashing fall ensemble while outdoors. I will spare you the usual boring-clothing rant. At least there are seasons here. In the South, the leaves stay green until the moment they fall off the tree, and you basically go straight from summer to winter and back. Fall lasts about fifteen minutes. A friend who is also from Louisiana was talking to me about this the other day. We both have this memory of grade school: A teacher putting up cut-outs of orange and red and yellow leaf-shaped things on the bulletin board in September. We KNEW they were leaves, and we might even have known they were supposed to be fall leaves (after all, there were books with pictures), but we had no counterpart for it in our daily experience. Ditto the cut-outs of snowflakes which went up in December or January. They simply had no basis in reality. Here, every three months, you get a new season. Amusingly, Kymm also wrote today about leaving her house and feeling the need to put an extra layer on. If we were animals we'd be growing long coats right about now.
© columbine |
