I’m still waiting for it to show up. Used to be that the weather here would cool noticeably around September 1st, and that (and school buses) would be unequivocal evidence that the summer was over.
I’m looking at the forecasts and not seeing anything that looks like fall yet. If it wasn’t for the eager-beaver tree out back that’s dribbling leaves on my car, you wouldn’t know it was even September yet.
The cool breezes that swirl the leaves and pluck at your hair and jacket, seeming somehow playful, puckish, friendly, especially compared to the harshness of a scorching summer blast, or the cutting winds of winter. The gusts of spring seem timid, shy around here, but autumn is outgoing and energizing, one last boost as we prepare for the hibernation to come.
Fall supposedly starts six days from now. It doesn’t really start feeling like fall until around Halloween. We’ve had some of the most stagnant humid days lately. Yesterday the forecast said it felt like 102° still. I felt like I was going to burn up in no time.
We don’t get the beautiful leaves changing. My oak tree will just eventually drop all of its leaves and look barren.
It’s been three years since we had a cool front during Halloween. It’s still been in the mid to high 80s.
That’s why Halloween is the highlight. Everything else still feels like summer. I don’t really have to wear pants until around January. Shorts and flip flops all the way.
I wish I could snowbird like a lot of people in Florida.
NOTHING! Fall is depressing like death. Flowers die. Tomato and cucumber plants die. It’s dark 16 hours out of 24. I have Seasonal Affective Disorder so I cry for months. Nothing. Fall is the advent of five dark months of sad with no good tomatoes.
All the birthdays, fresh apples, fresh apple cider, the warmth of the sun contrasted by the crisp air, жатва (zhatva) celebrations of local Russian churches, freshly baked pastries, Thanksgiving… I’m sure I can think of more once it becomes autumn.
Oh man, fall is a complicated season for me…
I like the cooler weather, but it doesn’t last long enough until it turns into the cold weather that I’m not a fan of.
I love the beautiful colors of the foliage, but it is all too brief and then they fall to ground, where I have to spend days and days and days, raking and raking and raking and that makes my back start aching and aching and aching; and then there’s always more raking.
I try to enjoy the good parts while I can, but there’s always this ever-present downward cycle…
The colors all fade to gray, the hours of sunlight dwindle to a precious few, and all the warmth goes with it.
Spring has some similar complications - more raking and aching to clean up all the leaves that blew back into the yard and all the debris that winter knocked off the trees; the temps are more pleasant, but for an even briefer period before the hot, hazy, humid weather comes on, etc.
But at least spring has the feeling of rejuvenation, coming out of hibernation, going from dismal, dark and gray to bright, sunny and green in a sudden burst of life.
I’m no poet, but I see where they all get their inspiration from…
Autumn is like dying, winter is a kind of purgatory, and spring is like being reborn.
Not an original thought, but truth is truth.
i like the colors of the leaves but, even more than that, the thing i like best about fall is that it means the end of shaving season. as soon as it cools enough for me to go back to jeans then i can also stop shaving my legs every day