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August 27, 2003

The cicadas have begun their long slow hum to the end of summer. It's a mating call, a let's-have-sex-before-we-die kind of song. It means an ending and a beginning. I wonder how long it has been happening. Did it really start this morning, or did I just start noticing it?

I've begun collecting acorns in earnest now. The characters in Octavia Butler's books frequently cook things out of acorn meal. That's something I'd like to try someday. But I think what I'll do in the meantime is break out the hot glue gun and the floral wire and make a new wreath for my new front door. Just in time for Mabon. An acorn wreath.

Autumn is on its way. Summer hangs over me, a lonely cloud. But I'm digging the cool breezes and the trip-hop moody clouds that are arriving. September is coming. Nothing like Massachusetts in September.