|Autumn is already upon
clock and get
time and without
Yes, autumn is upon us, but it didn’t take the Farmer’s Almanac or
a Wikipedia Internet search to tell me fall was around the corner because I
could see it in the quality of the light filtering through the oak and
pine trees. When ironwood leaves turn the color of home churned butter
and sumac leaves turn sunset red, you know that fall cannot be far behind.
People love autumn for many reasons and I could make a list a mile long beginning
with autumn leaves. It’s not only the color of the foliage,
which here in Alabama can be stunning, but also the smell of burning leaves.
They don’t taste that good, but “two out of three ain’t
One of my chores as a kid was raking leaves from under the gigantic cottonwood and
sycamore trees in our yard in Sloss. I raked mountains of leaves and then
I’d dive in like a Hawaiian cliff diver.
I wasn’t allowed to burn the leaves unless one of the older kids
was around, but when I’d had as much fun as I could stand, my older
brother Neil would fire those piles of leaves up. I sat on our concrete steps
for hours and watched those burning leaves until there was nothing left
Even today, a hint of autumn smoke puts a smile on my face and sends me
back in time to when I was 10 years old and sitting on those steps again.
I also love the sky in autumn. It seems to be a richer shade of blue and I
don’t believe the moon gets any prettier than in the fall. Last
year as we headed home after a visit with our nephew and his wife, who
live in Oakman, we saw a light filtering through the trees. We weren’t
sure what it was at first, but when we came to a clearing, we saw the full
moon as bright as a spotlight just above the horizon. Jilda and I
got into a competition to come up with a word that best described the moon. “It’s
the color of orange sherbet,” I suggested. That was close, but Jilda
won the prize when she said, “it’s a Dreamsicle Moon.” I
immediately conceded because I knew I would not come up with anything that rivaled
Autumn to me is the best time of year to walk. We have a yard full of
older dogs and there’s nothing they love better than going for a
walk. When the weather warms, they walk for a while but they soon get hot, seek
the shade of the back porch and wait for us to return.
But in autumn when the sun is warm and the air is crisp, they run around
as if they were pups.
Another reason I love autumn is the harvest. Our apples turn a deep crimson
a few weeks before the first frost, and are sweeter than dime-store candy.
The veggies that we grow and store in the summer are biding their time
until the first cold snap. Jilda then builds the masterpiece that is her vegetable
soup. I bake up a pone of my world famous cornbread, and we get down to some
Yes I enjoy all seasons, but thanks to football, carving Halloween pumpkins,
as well as the aroma and taste of Thanksgiving turkey, I think autumn just
might be my favorite.