It is beginning to feel like Autumn.
The temperatures, although still almost still "Face of The Sun" hot, are starting to drop down into a reasonably cool zone (high 50's - low 60's) at night, which makes for a pleasant morning walk, even if it does not really make the day any less heated. The sunlight is beginning to acquire that slant which it only seems to hit in Autumn (Oddly enough, there is not a similar slant of light when we transition from Winter to Spring. I have no idea why that is).
Commercially, of course, everything has already lurched to "Orange Gourd Spiced Everything". This amuses me as it always does; growing up, there was no "taste of Autumn" and pumpkins were something we had as pie only. Now, everything gets the "Orange Gourd Spice" moniker: for some things that works and many things that do not (as a whole, pumpkin spiced beer does not, although there is a delightful pumpkin beer that is often available at this time of year and is enjoyable - in small doses). More importantly, of course, Mallow Pumpkins from Brach's now fill the seasonal candy section of store shelves. A bag will eventually make it way to Taigh na Thoirdhealbheach Beucail where the amount of pumpkins will be rationed (two a day) and a second bag hidden somewhere else for consumption while the decoy bag is left out as a distraction.
I am feeling a bit Autumn-ish myself as well.
I have a sense - and I can give you no really meaningful reason for it - that things are winding down, somehow. That crossroads or decision point I keep hinting at and gesturing to seems to now be encompassing me, even though I cannot fully understand what they are asking me to decide or which road to take. Like Autumn, they are not "telling" me anything, but the leaves of my soul seem to start changing color anyway.
Is it some odd sense of needing to prepare, like the squirrels in my yard seeking to hide acorns for later in the season? Yes, partially. In that way, perhaps, Autumn is driving me to turn inward to look after those things that need to be attended to.
At the same time, it is not just as simply as "I need more Orange Gourd Spice supplies".
Preparedness for any emergency can take many forms, not simply the need to store more physical things. It is also the mental and philosophical preparation of the mind and sometimes the body; the fastening of memory and thoughts and learning into the mind to be referred to in the dark of Winter. It is this sort of thing that weighs on my mind equally as heavily; perhaps even more so than just the collection of things.
It is one thing to prepare in Autumn for a mild Winter that one overprepares for. It is a different thing entirely to not prepare in Autumn for the Long Winter no-one expected to come.