There’s a clump of sumac along the county road that I drive to get to Barn Bluff. Daily I’ve watched it change to a brilliant russet-and-yellow accent on the green hill. But it didn’t mean much until I woke up to the fact that today is the 27th of July. The 27th of July.
The Gaelic festival of Lughnasadh (the first of the fall harvest celebrations) is right around the corner on August the first. Then come school buses and the equinox and the time change…
…and then winter.
I am not ready for the days to get colder yet! Nor for the leaves to turn or the air to become crisp and underlaid with the dusty-damp scent of decaying leaves.
But time marches onward. Where did the year go?
Though I do have to admit that I love the fall. I would be hard-pressed to choose my favorite season, between spring and autumn. Spring has the return of color and warmth after the season of cold and darkness. But fall… Fall has the brilliant colors of the forests; fiery reds and oranges, glowing golds. And the skies will be bound to be more vivid as the temperatures start dropping.
Just wish it were possible to get all the wonderful qualities of autumn without the cold. And I would still very much like to know where the year went.
I am looking forward to seeing the hillsides from the Bluff in all their fall finery. The native trees change slower, later; the imports from other climates (like the sugar maple, for example, one of the most readily-recognizable) are more vivid and turn sooner. The riot of colors and timings sweeping across the hills and the riverbed should really be something!