A Southern Missive

My birthday, Sept. 23, is officially the first day of fall. I love the fall, with its winds and coolness. Here in Monroe, Louisiana, the weather vacillates between hot and what should be fall weather, but at least we’re past the 100 degree days. Fall is a meditative season for me. I always write a fall poem, but for the past few years it’s been written while waiting on a college class. Since I’m no longer teaching at a college, I’ve got to make other arrangments for that annual poem. Today was supposed to be cool, but it’s not. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll have the weather I need to write that poem.

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Here is where you can see a photo of our Scots-Irish band, Angus Duhbghall. On the sidebar click on performers. We had over 2,000 attend the first year of the festival last fall, and we’re expecting more this year. Check out the other performers. Some of them I intend to write more about.

Today, the edge of fall is in the air. I helped my best friend with his deer stands and other chores yesterday. I love the South, and when I’m out in the woods, I truly see and feel the South’s beauty. Today, I have my own chores, a Scottish Society meeting, band practice, and hopefully I can squeeze in some writing business time. Not much time for a creative writing window though. And I hate that. Since our band is playing at at the Northeast Louisiana Celtic Fest, http://nelacelticfest.org/ we need lots of practice. We laid down the instrumentals for our demo CD and Tom is going to lay down the voice this week. Then I’ll really start pushing the band.

Tonight I’ll try to read another chapter in Running with Scissors, which I’ve found to be a hilarious read.