9/24/2005 10:18:00 PM|||David M. F. Schankula|||
For the past few months we have had an ongoing debate about a weed growing in the backyard here at Lexicon headquarters. It first grabbed our eye in June when it blossomed beautiful Sunflowers. For a time, the weed had us fooled and we let it grow unabated. The flowers disappeared and we now have a wall of ten foot high leafy stalks at the edge of our back porch. They have clusters of tiny golden pollen pods that, when shook, illicit into the air a fine dust. For a time we believed our weed was, in fact, Goldenrod -- the Kentucky state flower.
Its true identity remains a mystery and perhaps it will take that mystery to its grave for we have entered the twilight of its golden life. Our backyard grows more wondrous by the day. The trees have begun shedding their leaves and the walnuts threaten cranial damage (the squirrels throw them at us).
The season is turning. Soon we will venture into the evening time in the armory of light jackets. But for now, the Fall is just begun and the days and nights are still warm.
I am heading into this fine Saturday night in search of a hidden cemetery. Like most good secrets, it is tucked away off Nicholasville Road in between a hospital annex and an apartment complex. It is a nice night for a walk.
The year dwindles down. Our revolution is nearly complete.
|||112761494248643263|||Peripeteia (or: Welcome to Fall)