September 23, 2012. No comments.
The equinox is upon us. When the days and nights are of equal length, and we face the realisation that summer is well and truly over. Today this prompted me to write down some of things I did this summer and I was pleased to discover that I had, in fact, covered some of the essentials: I swam in the sea, I swam in a river, I slept in my campervan, I went to festivals, I played songs in the garden, I visited family and friends, I got a nice tan and sat outside on warm evenings with the girls drinking wine and laughing. And the garden looks a hell of a lot better.
Some summers though, seem to stretch out like long filmic periods in my memory. Like the year the actors came to town, or when I went busking in Italy, or that inter-railing trip around Europe when I was a student. Now it all goes so much faster. And I am upset about the ice-caps melting – it’s not as if they didn’t tell us they would all those years ago – but if the British summer is set to get washed away into the sea forever, even the folk songs will have to change their tune.
But strangely I also feel a little bit of relief at this time of year. Some things just must be crossed off the “to do” list in order to focus on the things that feel really important before the year comes haring to an end. We can settle into some new routines, and not worry that if we let a warm sunny day go by without heaving out the bbq we are missing out on something that might not come again.
Harvest time feels rich and abundant and healthy, and I’m looking forward to soup and crusty rolls and apples and honey and looking after myself a bit better. A little tidying up, sorting out, throwing away, organising, and generally getting a better balance. A more equal balance.
Like day and night.