A new blog to contain answers to prompts |
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas " ![]() |
Prompt: "After the keen still days of September, the October sun filled the world with mellow warmth...The maple tree in front of the doorstep burned like a gigantic red torch. The oaks along the roadway glowed yellow and bronze. The fields stretched like a carpet of jewels, emerald and topaz and garnet. Everywhere she walked the color shouted and sang around her." Elizabeth George Speare, The Witch of Blackbird Pond Prompt: Describe what you see surrounding you as Ms.Speare did. ========== Do the colors shout and sing around me like the Blackbird Pond's witch? I don't think so. For where I am, no more the terms like winter, summer, fall, spring, slush and ice, harvest moon, sleet, snow, or leaves changing colors can be applied. Since after we moved to South Florida in 1992, the scenery became a whole new experience. In addition, instead of snow days, we have hurricane days (actually hurricane months) here. Alternately, terms like sea breeze, wet season, dry season, cone or eye of a hurricane, water spouts, and tropical depressions have taken over. And yes, my eyes, ears, and nervous system are on the lookout for those depressions, at the moment. On the plus side nowadays, the scorching sun has turned slightly milder, stepping down from its high 90s and 100s. These days, we are in the mid 80s, which still has me using the AC, though not right now. This is because today, we have rain, slightly and on and off, and the sky is cloudy with those clouds veiling the scorching rays. So, I have the fans on and windows and doors open, and for once, maybe I can catch my breath for an hour or so, until the sun takes its walking stick and beats away the clouds. Then, I'll have to close the windows and turn on the AC. Still, I'm grateful for this break and even if the lack of bright light outside has left its place to diffused light that makes the shades of the trees on the golf course almost non-existent. Even so, everything is bright green, the golf course and my back lawn, despite the very light mist in the air. The leaves and the trunks of the large trees on the golf course are dark green wallowing in that mist. Years ago, we didn't have those huge trees, when Club Med owned the course. Then, our town bought the golf club and decided to put up those huge "northern" trees to attract the visitors from the North. I shouldn't complain because I am also a relocated northern being like the trees, but I don't think I'd be a source of danger to anyone if a strong hurricane hit. In fact, a couple of those northern trees have partially burned trunks due to lightning strikes. Talking about the northern facts, sadly, up north, autumn used to be my favorite season. It took me years to get used to the lack of the sight of orange, red, and yellow leaves in the crisp morning air, when sometimes, I could even see my breath. Then, unlike Mrs. Speare's witch of the Blackbird Pond, there's no accumulated water around my house, except for the stupid pool inside the porch, which its care is costing me an arm and a leg, and I don't even use it because I like swimming in the ocean; that is, if I have to swim. Still, I shouldn't complain. When we get a good rainstorm, the road at the front of the house becomes a river, however for a short while. This is due to nothing staying wet here for long, plus the hot air and the strong sun. And also, just maybe, my ability to witch is way below par. Otherwise, I would probably talk about the "mellow warmth" and a maple tree looking like "a gigantic red torch." |