Fall is officially here. The calendar says so. Here in the flat land of NC the signs are present; a few of them are. The trees have not started to change yet but the humidity has dropped. That’s a great relief. We were expecting 86 degrees today. That’s still pretty hot for me. Ahhhh, but the nights are cool. And early morning is cool enough for a walk around the neighborhood. What a treat after walking the air-conditioned indoor track for the past two months.
I dug out the autumn flags this afternoon. I like this one. I like the idea of Ms. Squirrel storing acorns and nuts in her little home. I hope she finds enough to make it through the winter. The squirrel in this picture reminds me of Miss Suzy the squirrel. I wonder how many times I read Miss Suzy to my baby girls.
We loved the idea of Miss Suzy, cozy in her wee tree house, baking acorn cakes. I have to admit, though, that I tasted acorns several times when I was a child. They were horribly bitter. Now that I’m older I can’t help thinking how appropriate it is for there to be some nuts that humans don’t like. It’s nice to know that provision is made for the critters.
In addition to the flags, I also attached my leaf wreath to the front door in honor of this lovely new season.
I haven’t done any research but I often wonder which season is most often chosen as a favorite. I think it’s spring but I don’t know that. I like spring, too, but for me it can’t compare to fall.
I’ve thought a great deal about why autumn is so special for me. When I was a school girl it meant I could go back to school. I loved school. And I suspect my love of going back also had to do with escaping a less-than-happy family life.
As a young mother hen I felt as if I were doing a better job of nesting my chickies in the fall. After a summer of playing outdoors, riding bikes, skating, etc., I had them back under my wing. That always felt good to me. And since I loved going back to school, I assumed they did, too. I think they did.
My ex-husband’s grandmother loved the fall as much as I do. It was her favorite. We had that in common; that and our great love for our D. D and I were married in October. He was also fond of that time of year. Well, he said he was. I guess it’s true. We went to the mountains for our honeymoon. Peak weekend for leaf color. Beautiful. It’s hard to realize that it’s been thirty-five years since we tied that knot. I guess I will always feel sad that the knot loosened and then frayed. But it is so.
So…the days grow shorter. The sky gets bluer. Mums bloom. Trees have a final spectacular show before beginning their long nap. The air gets cleaner and crisper. And I get happier, more relaxed, less stressed.
Do you have a favorite season?