Growing up in the fine American Midwest (Omaha, Nebraska), I always looked forward to the rapid shift from summer’s hot, muggy days to the cool crispness of fall.
That benchmark usually occurred – in my mind – as soon as Labor Day was over.
You knew that time had come, as you watched moms everywhere put up their lightweight, light-colored clothing and shoes.
Well, today is September 6th, and the true start of fall – or autumn, as it is also known – is September 22nd this year. I wish that fall were in the air, but here in Southern California, it doesn’t appear to be coming anytime soon.
As I look fondly over my favorite season – FALL – these are some of the things that come to mind:
1. Piling up the raked leaves and then jumping into them with family and friends.
3. Back to school “signs” everywhere. For some of you, that is occurring in August now.
Witness all those poor parents – they are “poor,” after they pay for a new backpack, clothes, and all their kids school supplies – saying “no” to screaming kids’ in the aisles of every store … we all know that drill, right?
4. The sun is setting so much earlier than it did in June. I look out at 7:20 pm and it’s already dark.
In a way I kind of like the shorter days, and the rapid approach of night and its metaphorical enveloping, like a cocoon. On the other hand, it means that all those things one should have gotten accomplished in the summer – cleaning out the garage, repainting the house, etc. – no longer can be done during the fleeting daylight. Wait, is that a bad thing??
5. Nice, warm soup. How about some clam chowder, chili, butternut squash soup, or Irish stew?
What do you think of when you think of fall?
I leave you with a few interesting quotes with the word “fall” in them:
“Most of the arguments to which I am party fall somewhat short of being impressive, owing to the fact that neither I nor my opponent knows what we are talking about.” Rodney Dangerfield
“Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write.” Ray Bradbury
“Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.” Jimi Hendrix