Summer Hibernation Ending

Summer is nearly over.

I do not do summer well.

At least not here.

I am the proverbial fish

out of water....

gasping for air, 

flopping all around

on the banks where I 

do not belong.

A friend made note this weekend

 that I sounded "up"

more than I had recently.

The simple fact of my windows 

thrown open and a cool breeze 

floating through

was all that was necessary

to raise my spirits.

Once uplifted, it was easy 

to wile away the hours 

sewing pumpkins.

The black velvets are for me.

The rest I'll sell.

There are several dozen still on 

the studio table in

various stages of readiness.

The monsoon season seems 

to have past. 

Either way I have solved 

the Brillo hair issue by

hacking off about 8 or 9 more inches.

I've reached my chin, where I paused.

I now have a wash and go cut.

It remains to 

be seen how far I'll go.

I am managing on one tank of gas

per month now, so I do not 

venture far to meet my needs.

Like the pumpkin

 I just sit in my field,

growing larger. 

unfortunately...

Good Lord,

let's hope I do not begin to rot.