Too Soon, Too Soon…

Watching the weather report this morning with night temperatures in the 40 ‘s later this week, this was my first reaction….too soon, too soon.

Growing up, my Mother was a better weather forecaster than all the predictions from the radio weathermen, and she always said that anytime after September 15, we could have a frost. The weather this year has been so uncommon that I was thinking summer might linger a bit longer.

Autumn, though, is my favorite season. With my farmer husband who reveled in days of harvest of the crops planted in the spring, hunting , and grabbing an apple off the trees as he headed to the barn each morning. I caught his enthusiasm, and when I see big green harvest wagons meander down the roads, my heart beats in remembrance.

There is a lot of things I find happening too soon in my aging life style. Too soon children are reaching retirement, too soon grandchildren are parents themselves, too soon, except the fact I am here to enjoy their every adventure.

There is a poem by a rather obscure poet, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and part of it says, “Outside the leaves are falling as they died. Outside the leaves were falling and they cried Too soon, Too soon!”