A Warm Moment in November

When it's November 10 in Pittsylvania County sometimes it's warm.  It's that kind of warm that's not Summer, but not Fall.  It was 67 degrees at the high point of the day.  The sun was shinning and there was little to no breeze.  It was the air that was different.  There was no chill, but also no fire, no burning air that makes it thick and stiffling, causing breath to be labored and skin to sweat.  It was a stillness that we should hold onto like the magic of Christmas or the innocence of easter bunnies.  Working in the garden was like standing still in time.  Using the hoe to weed, pulling up the frost killed tomato vines that were hanging on, ever hopeful their yellow blooms would reach maturity, was not a chore.  No sweat, no glaring sun to make this work a job. Bathed in the sunshine, no need for sunglasses, I think the sun is so low it has formed a new relationship with the Earth.  I feel the time waiting for me to grab one more chance at tending my earth, my land, my provider.  I give the ground my loving hands and it gives me the fruits I need to sustain this body that works the soil.  A circular relationship that is suspended in this moment.  This moment that hangs between Summer and Winter, this moment that must be acknowlegded to exist. .>