Here the trees are just beginning to turn, although I know that the fall colors are at their peak farther north. When the leaves are gone, we'll be able to see more of the new buildings that have been going up all summer in the development behind us. I'm not looking forward to that - in part because it's a reminder of changes that I didn't expect (how foolish of me.) When I moved here I loved the rural quality of the area - but that's disappearing. One of the prettiest local lakes has been purchased by some corporation that is going to build a gated community around it. I find this troubling for many reasons - not the least is the sense that eventually I too will be one of those against whom this community's gate will be locked.
On a totally different tack, I was thinking about one of my recent purchases. I bought a meter-stick. We'd been watching some science program, and someone waved one of these around - it looked kind of neat, and in the spirit of staying abreast of trends, I ordered one online. So - this morning I was thinking of meter-sticks and yard-sticks: how resonant the latter, familiar, word is, and how empty the former. A very small reminder of how meaning accumulates.