Today is what I’d call a perfect autumn day. A light, soft rain is falling, and the air is filled with the smell of decaying leaves and the earth beginning to put itself to sleep. I know some may find this surprising; to most people the perfect autumn day involves crisp breezes and a bright blue sky. To me, though, that sky seems almost menacing. It reminds me of a cheap kid’s toy, of the bright, forced cheerfulness of hard plastic. Caitlin Kiernan calls it the “wide carnivorous sky.” It’s like being trapped inside a marble. Give me gentle rains and cloudy skies any day.
I haven’t sorted through the vacation photos yet, but when I do, I’ll post a few here. It was a wonderful trip, mostly because we were all jammed in a car for two weeks, and we got on one another’s nerves, and we got closer, and we saw half the country together. I got to show the LOML and my kids things I’d been wanting them to see for a long time. I got to see things I’d been wanting to see for a long time. I have to admit, however, that toward the end we were all very homesick. It’s good to be home.
While we were gone I had a couple of poems come out into the world. The always-gorgeous Liminality published it’s Autumn issue, and my poem “The Garden Wild” is part of the line up. This poem was a kind of tribute to my mother, who, though she lived her life enveloped in a miasma of pain, gave me the gift of gardening, and my love of the natural world. Eternal Haunted Summer is a beautiful webzine I discovered this summer, and this month their Autumn Equinox issue features my poem, “Anchorite,” written, as so much of my work is, about my ongoing 20-odd year obsession with the LOML.
Yesterday, in an ongoing effort to divert the local raccoon tribe from my vegetable garden and back porch, we set up three feeding stations out in the north field. I’ve trained a wildlife camera on the area, and so hopefully I’ll be able to post a few pictures soon. In the meantime, the crows and squirrels have found things much to their liking. Hopefully that’s a good sign.
Today I’m decorating for Halloween with my kids and working on what I hope will become an annual Halloween horror story. This year I want to get back to the source; the idea that Samhain is the day when the spirits of the dead can interact with the living. No vampires or zombies or witches; just a good old fashioned ghost story.