I have a hook on the closet door in my entry. In the summer, I come in from my p-patch and hang my sun hat on that hook. When I reach up, little bits of garden dirt fall down to the floor.
Yesterday, I came in from work and removed the hat from the hook and replaced it with my raincoat. I raised it up and droplets of water splashed onto the bits of dirt still there from the weekend.
...this is a ritual moment, when water mixes with earth and signifies the end of a beautiful summer...
I stood there for a while, holding the hat in my hands, as reverently as a prayer book.
One sigh, one smile, one silent acknowledgment of a good summer in Seattle.
...now begins the great silence...
But this year, let there be soup.