Autumn in New York
Autumn in New York:
I thought long and hard about what I would write for my next blog post. So I decided to write about my favorite time of year. There is nothing like autumn in New York. One of the first signs of the weather breaking is the cooler mornings. Lola (my little dog) is an aggressive pooch who wants to do what she wants to do. Heck, what little dog doesn’t have issues? She wakes me first thing in the morning with a silent stare. It’s amazing to me, how an unconscious person can sense a long, determined look from across the bed. Of course, she wins, and I stagger outside in shorts and a tee shirt, only to discover, fall is upon us. Yes! I can retire my stinky boat shoes for another year.
For me, the leaves falling back to earth is just an awesome sight. Also, watching the deer’s fur change to a darker brown, all the while fattening up on my shrubs, is another homeowner pleasing fall spectacle. But, payback is a ---ch! The hunting season is almost upon us here in Westchester County, so it could be a last meal for these deer. Who am I to judge them with the stress they have of being hunted?
Another delightful moment of fall is the never ending doughnut runs at my local apple orchard. The next few Saturday mornings will consist of me pretending to “take the dog for a run,” and head over to Salinger’s Orchard for a fresh doughnut, coffee and whatever else I can stuff into me. Of course, I could bring the kids, but it’s not the same. They don’t really appreciate savoring the moment when the warm doughnut enters your mouth, and the licking of sugar off your lips that occur thereafter. Besides, they will destroy the interior of my car with all those crumbs. I try to keep the “man-van,” as clean as possible.
Yep, this is the season for apples, pies, football, nature walks, Halloween, apple cider, and fresh donuts. I am self-less the other three seasons of the year, so why not indulge for myself just this one time. Before long, winter will be upon us in all its whiteness. You know what that means. No more pretty leaves, no more warm donuts and cider, the deer disappear or end up in a freezer, ugh, and that damn oil truck is back. There goes the kid’s college fund, straight up the boiler exhaust pipe.
No worries, we will have our fresh orchard donuts again, the cycle will repeat itself. We will just have to wait for them, but there’s always Dunkin Donuts to fall back on.
Marc A. DiGiacomo
In a Small Town
I thought long and hard about what I would write for my next blog post. So I decided to write about my favorite time of year. There is nothing like autumn in New York. One of the first signs of the weather breaking is the cooler mornings. Lola (my little dog) is an aggressive pooch who wants to do what she wants to do. Heck, what little dog doesn’t have issues? She wakes me first thing in the morning with a silent stare. It’s amazing to me, how an unconscious person can sense a long, determined look from across the bed. Of course, she wins, and I stagger outside in shorts and a tee shirt, only to discover, fall is upon us. Yes! I can retire my stinky boat shoes for another year.
For me, the leaves falling back to earth is just an awesome sight. Also, watching the deer’s fur change to a darker brown, all the while fattening up on my shrubs, is another homeowner pleasing fall spectacle. But, payback is a ---ch! The hunting season is almost upon us here in Westchester County, so it could be a last meal for these deer. Who am I to judge them with the stress they have of being hunted?
Another delightful moment of fall is the never ending doughnut runs at my local apple orchard. The next few Saturday mornings will consist of me pretending to “take the dog for a run,” and head over to Salinger’s Orchard for a fresh doughnut, coffee and whatever else I can stuff into me. Of course, I could bring the kids, but it’s not the same. They don’t really appreciate savoring the moment when the warm doughnut enters your mouth, and the licking of sugar off your lips that occur thereafter. Besides, they will destroy the interior of my car with all those crumbs. I try to keep the “man-van,” as clean as possible.
Yep, this is the season for apples, pies, football, nature walks, Halloween, apple cider, and fresh donuts. I am self-less the other three seasons of the year, so why not indulge for myself just this one time. Before long, winter will be upon us in all its whiteness. You know what that means. No more pretty leaves, no more warm donuts and cider, the deer disappear or end up in a freezer, ugh, and that damn oil truck is back. There goes the kid’s college fund, straight up the boiler exhaust pipe.
No worries, we will have our fresh orchard donuts again, the cycle will repeat itself. We will just have to wait for them, but there’s always Dunkin Donuts to fall back on.
Marc A. DiGiacomo
In a Small Town
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