It’s a Saturday morning in late summer. The air feels heavy, and not just with the weight of humidity and the drone of cicadas. Summer’s tired.
Many of you are out and about this morning. There are walks to take while the air is still cool, farmer’s markets to browse, pancakes to eat, games to play, errands to run, chores to do. Many of you will not read this post until later — perhaps tonight, more likely tomorrow night, possibly not even until the first lull of your workday Monday morning.
But I’m at my desk while the twins nap in the next room, thinking about autumn, and starting to make plans.
Virginia and Vanessa.
Virginia Woolf and her sister Vanessa Bell made what they called “autumn plans.”
Woolf recalled:
“I always think of those curious long autumn walks with which we ended a summer holiday, talking of what we were going to do – ‘autumn plans’ we called them. They always had reference to painting and writing and how to arrange social life and domestic life better … They were always connected with autumn, leaves falling, the country getting pale and wintry, our minds excited at the prospect of lights and streets and a new season of activity beginning – October the dawn of the year.”
I don’t have a sister to walk with. And walking while pushing a stroller isn’t really conducive to planning creative work. But (more…)
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