Fall is that special time of year where we witness the pallet of fall colors, a rich and warm hue of red, gold, yellow colors, green trees, and falling leaves. Summer is but a fond memory of vacations, swimming, picnics, and family time, as kids make their way back into the classroom in September plying their teachers with shiny red or green apples. By October, Halloween is on the minds of kids and their perpetual strive to one up the costume from the previous year in character.
Yes, fall is a poetic and romantic season that opens the doorway to the holidays.
It overshadows the commercialism and early season propaganda of celebrating too soon, the real reason for the season of Thanksgiving to Christmas.
A few quotes about fall from some of the greats…
“The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August; here and there, a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty that has seen one season too many.” Oliver Wendell Holmes
“Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.” David Letterman
“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all.” Stanley Horowitz
“Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.” Elizabeth Lawrence
“Neither spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.” John Donne
“October is a fine and dangerous season in America. It’s a wonderful time to begin anything at all. You go to college, and every course in the catalogue looks wonderful.” Thomas Merton
“I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches, and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself.” Edward Steichen
“For man, [fall] is a time of harvest and of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing and of scattering abroad.” Edwin Way Teale
“My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.” Robert Frost
So too, fall is a time for contemplation. There is a warm renewal of the family, bonding again as they gather around fires warming the chilly night and closing the doors of summer. There is the smell of homemade soups that carries the aroma of home and hearth to anyone who visits. The ambience of candles as we snuggle up for the evening programs.
Ahh…the serene beauty of it all…fall is definitely the start and finish of what life is all about.