Saturday, September 23, 2023

Saturday, September 23, 2023 Coincides with first day of fall and Autumnal equinox for said year, where colorful splash kindled like tinder. After I riff flecked about thee August Autumn Equinox 2023, this seasonal polymath teached you fall Equinox will be Saturday, September 23, 2023, at 2:50?AM, in Northern Hemisphere Eastern Daylight Time, which spoiler alert thy learned wordsmith (courtesy Google), when (Our Sun) Welles (exemplary Citizen Kane) crosses celestial equator i.e. (imaginary line in sheltering sky wherein pantheon of mankind Bowles above Earth's Equator from north to south), a barley detectable quiet rye hit (cum on feel the noise) moment occurs. Eyesore fissured gash – wide, stripping crust of planet vied where survival of fittest futilely tried to the max, viz (courtesy badass beastie boys of *****sapiens) exploited, offended, and violated beholden hidebound sacred contractually fragile important obligations arranged marriage wedded civilization and its discontents to Mother Earth, (more like shotgun wedding) alarming, blaring, and clanging sounding Doomsday Clock, where ambivalence unheeded trebling cleft noteworthy wound, where hide rubbed raw each betrothed nsync, didst guide generic hominids shrugging indifference resembling Atlas sized fountain head scathing tragic misguided exploitative testament writ large, where precious resources exploited *****sapiens railroading, snubbing, and thumbing nose despite flora and fauna espied comprising onced vibrant edenic biosphere (figuratively) asper dead serious portentous desperate global abuse decried as feeble effort ignoring inevitable demise doth decide dismissively prophesying mocking (burdensome), whence creator cried resplendent raiment adorned playfully chide, sans whirled, wide webbed biota adorn terra firmae analogous, quadrants expectant wedded bride named Gaia, when (dark and Stormy Dan yells) Armageddon legatee - time ran out for *****sapiens meaning... salvation to late for human fate i.e. as does wrecking, (falling on deaf ears) plea as Mother Nature dost allied; this observer awestruck, knitted brows, cuz field day, sans grim reaper will glory in field day whar crisscrossed lovely bones numb skulls pay fealty. Festive gatherings of apple cider and pumpkin pie, a distinct golden jacketed matted palette well nigh paints arboreal swath, sans quiet riot of brilliant color, that doth belie rampant terrestrial, unreal, and venal degradation aye temporarily turning a (third) blind eye apathetically, blithely, and conveniently shunting aside empyrean découpage citadel betokens (bespeaks) autumnal arrival two oh fifty ante meridian chariot of fire emblazons telltale signature, one humble human doth bid summer and his squandered life adieu courtesy handy dandy blue's clue flora and fauna begin to prepare for hibernation. Onset of harvest time witnesses courtesy sweat of one's brow he/she doth reap (and feeling invigorated) what they did sow. Common type of implements utilized when gathering in of crops include small sickle, big sickle, darat, gandasa and small axe et cetera. The hand sickle is used to harvest crops like wheat, maize, barley, pulses and grass etc. Big sickle (Darat) used to harvest fodder from trees silent whoosh of sickle signals harvest hew and/or raking leaves, which I eschew. Already crisp cool mornings sun kissed mine cheek refreshing air wafts thru longish hair trademark characteristic property aging pencil neck geek attends brief bathroom charge coffee exotic brew jolted kidneys leak urine not kidding water closet doth reek. Especially third season upon us mortals Montgomery county, Pennsylvania said geographic real estate sloughs (i.e. sheds) summer dog days necessitating shuddered windows disallowing natural aeration to circulate thru unit B44 cozy one bedroom apartment. I will stave off clicking on the heat, as long as possible, yet invariably come first frost yours truly will renege and surrender creature comfort, albeit climate controlled temptation similar when global warming quite evident predicated upon Farmers' Almanac prophetic prediction. Though ecology minded quick acclimation to unseasonable hot or cold temperatures finds me adjusting thermostat dial mainly to thwart palmar hyperhidrosis regarding turning on air conditioning during sweltering triple digit (Fahrenheit) thermometer readings, versus absent sweaty hands courtesy old man winter arctic blast. Ah... remembrance of wood burning stove late papa lit, to dispense chill pervading childhood home 324 Level Road christened "Glen Elm" within national (local registry) when Leiper family initially occupied estate at that time (think early twentieth century) merely intended as summer getaway. This time of year finds me to reminisce and wax poetic nostalgia more pronounced, particularly as aspiring wordsmith orbitz the sun seemingly with greater rapidity twelve months cycling at light speed ruminating, punctuating equilibrium, and narrating mortality accentuated when flora and fauna exhibit metaphorical raiment presaging Mother Nature's fall fashion show linkedin with approaching senescence prompting generic garden variety *****sapien to rue his transience upon oblate spheroid. Gentrification impossible mission thus thy lovely bones will subsequently become repurposed into ashes sprinkled hither and yon to and fro across elysium fields of happy hunting grounds.