A change of seasons has arrived, despite the fact our temperatures here in my part of Texas are still in the 90s, and our grass is brown from heat and drought. Labor Day, the non-official end of summer, has come and gone.
The summer season is a memory.
Pools close. Campers return home. Vacations, for the most part, end.
The fall season is on our doorstep.
With the change in seasons, children and teachers are back in school, transitioning to the new school year. As a former elementary school educator, I can tell you with full assurance, children are not the only ones with mixed emotions about heading back to the classroom.
I grew up in Maryland and looked forward to the fall season. Yes. I was one of those strange individuals who eagerly anticipated the start of a new school year. Maybe that’s why I went into teaching.
Fall, for me, meant a time of cooler temperatures, changing leaves, and harvested apples.
I looked forward to the crispness that filled the air, and the different scents that accompanied the change in temperature. The amazing fall colored leaves and their crunch beneath my feet never failed to fascinate me. I raked those leaves into huge piles near our backyard swing and jumped off, mid-air, into those leaves.
When I grew older, I visited an orchard each fall, purchased just-picked apples, and turned them into fresh baked pies. (Although I have purchased fresh pumpkins and made pies from them, once, if I can help it, I won’t do that again. There is a limit to how much I’m willing to do to bake a pie.)
Fall is an interlude between summer and winter. It is a time to switch gears in preparation for what’s ahead. As the author of Ecclesiastes states in the third chapter of the Old Testament book, there is a time to plant and a time to harvest.
Fall is our time to harvest.
Tell us what you enjoy or don’t enjoy about fall, and why.
I wish you well,
Sandy
Thanks Sandy,
I live in northern Indiana where the air is crisp on fall mornings and the heavenly scent of leaves, harvested fields, and fresh picked produce tantalize my senses. Fall is my favorite season for the same reasons you give above. What I don’t like is that when it ends, the cold snowy winter is upon us. Even though I love the beauty of the snow, I don’t like having to get out in it.