What a Drag (Queen)

One of my favorite words is DRAG when used as a noun.  It has served me well this week in multiple areas.  First (and my very favorite way to use it) as defined by urbandictionary.com

Drag: Slang used by Transgendered persons to describe a state of overall appearance and attire.

An appropriate use would be for my new fantastic fall wreath on my door.  We call it DOOR DRAG.  It is drag because I could not put one more feather or glittery thing on that poor wreath without just moving into tacky.  It is hovering on the edge of it now.  Just where I like it.  That bow is threatening to take it over like a Christian Lecroix dress.  The picture doesn't do the sparkle justice.  You really should stop by and have a look...and a hot toddy cause it became ignorant cold all of a sudden.  That would be the other definition of drag this week (we love Urban Dictionary).

Drag:  a bummer, an event or item that is not enjoyable or makes life less enjoyable.

The bummer is that we skipped that really fantastic early fall stuff and headed straight into early November weather with the cold, gray rain.  My garden is in shock.  The veggies honestly have no idea what to make of it (past the fact that they can barely see the sun anyway from the weeds everywhere).  Tomatoes are green on the vine with not enough heat to ripen them, beans are freaked, kale and greens are faring better than the others.  I planted mums a couple of weeks ago and they are finally happy.  It was too late to replace summer stuff and I would rather transition the yard with fall stuff anyway.   At least something in the yard is pleased.

I was at my friend's house this week (the one with the amazing yard) and he has zinnias that are in full bloom and a stunning end of season display happening in his yard right now.  The transition from summer to fall is always a welcome one even though it is a difficult one for me.  As you all know I LOVE some summer and growing/boating/water season, but I am a fall baby by birth.  The sadness of watching summer fade away and the excitement of my season coming on is a double edged sword for sure.  The weeks ahead are full to the brim and I already am starting Christmas lists.  It goes faster all the time.  Excuse the melancholy while I quote some poetry. 

Autumn Song
by Sarojini Naidu

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.

Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?

I have added one of my very favorite Miles Davis/Cannonball Adderley songs at the bottom of this post, Autumn Leaves.  I have been listening to a lot of Miles et al. lately.  And drinking hot stuff because I'm so cool all the time.  My blood is still too thin from summer (it was an almost unbearable 102 on the boat last Saturday).  The transition will soon be finished.  Until then it's more fall drag on the way.  Maybe glitter pumpkins and feather Halloween decorations.  What?  Too much? 


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