Microfiction: Solarpunk Autumn

The morning air has finally started to get a chill. This is still novel as you hold the hot, steaming travel-mug of tea in your hand. As you amble down the road you take the time to take in the changes in the city.

The trees and foliage that cover every structure around you have lost their vivid greens and are slowly becoming a sea of deep reds and vibrant golds. The wind has picked up in the last few days and there is a wondrous chorus of rustling.

As you make your way to the Farming lot at the heart of your neighbourhood you check the schedule on your phone. The automated system is reporting the pumpkins are ready to be harvested. By the looks of the algorithm results for distribution, there will be enough extra for some to be carved up for Halloween.

The local kids will like that. The ceramic ones people now use are less wasteful, but there’s nothing like making a real jack-o-lantern when the opportunity presents itself.

You send a post out onto the local mesh network to see if anyone wants to meet up for hot drinks later, before putting your phone away. Time to get to work taking in the last of the summer’s bounty.

Originally published at https://solarpunkdruid.com on September 26, 2020.