It’s the Final Countdown
I don’t care if it’s still so hot the squirrels are wiping their furry brows while cooking little pans-full of eggs on my sidewalk. Come September 1, the storage boxes appear and autumn takes over our house.
It was as I crossed the Albertson’s parking lot this hot afternoon that I spotted and smelled that annual herald of fall, the chile roaster. Now, I didn’t know about chile roasters until we moved to southeast New Mexico eight years ago. Maybe you did. If you’re familiar, you’ll know that this time of year grocery stores and some smaller sellers and fruit stands across the southwest pull out the black metal drum-like roasters for all passersby to see. Those buying bags of chiles tote them over to the roaster person, often waiting in line to have them roasted on the spot. The train of carts waiting outside Albertson’s today stretched 12 deep.
Mind you, I don’t buy the roasted chiles myself, usually.
But I do like that it’s one of the reminders that the heat of summer will fade away…eventually. And fall will come. Praise God.
So, what early signs of fall do you look for each year? Do they make you smile, or do you frown about thinking that summer weather is almost over?