This past summer, our six-year-old grandson came to visit us for a few weeks. One rainy day, I pulled out the DVD’s and told him to pick one for us to watch. Cayden’s eyes lit up. He chose the new "Star Wars" movie.
“This one’s my favorite, Nana!”
Later that week, his new favorite was "Ice Age." Then it was “Cars.” And so on, and so on.
That’s how I am when it comes to all the things I love about Fall! I have a new “favorite” every time I’m asked. So... in honor of that brief, glorious time of year, I wrote a short tribute titled, “Ode to Autumn.”
Autumn is a unique time to either enjoy or endure, depending on one’s perspective. For those returning home from end-of-summer vacations, it’s a melancholy time as they pack up their souvenirs and seashells and sun-bleached bathing suits, wishing for just a few more days to frolic in the sand and surf. And for those preparing to send their kids to kindergarten or college for the first time, those precious days that remain seem to fly by way too fast.
But for many of us, a familiar feeling arises within our hearts when that first nip of cooler weather is felt in the azure September air and twines its way into the space left between sleeping couples, prompting us to snuggle deeper beneath the blankets. Sweaters and turtlenecks are pulled out from bureau drawers. And our fingers itch to rip out those long-past-their-prime marigolds and petunias as our thoughts linger over plump pumpkins, hot apple cider, and baskets brimming with bronze and burgundy mums.
If you listen closely, you can hear it. The very air seems to chant the word “change.” Yellow school buses rumble down the street again. Trees display their brilliance in one last hurrah before shrugging off their leafy coats and retreat into slumber. Children run amok through pumpkin patches and corn mazes, and smiling scarecrows sit atop hay bales, surrounded by colorful gourds and pots of purple and yellow pansies.
We relish this time because we know what’s coming―those bleak, dreary days of winter when warmer days and colorful landscapes are only a memory and the promise of Spring seems so far away.
But for now, I think I’ll go to the local supermarket and hoist a ripe pumpkin (or two) into my cart and while away the afternoon in a patchwork quilt of raked leaves.
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