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Fall Leaves |
"What does Fall mean to you?" I asked some folks in my family this, and was
surprised at how vivid their answers were. Fall is a sensual time of year. We are assaulted with colors, smells, sounds,
and a feeling deep inside that doesn’t happen any other time of year. It's a mixture of excitement, relief, and satisfaction for a Summer well-lived.
“Fall means a sea of oranges, reds and yellows with the
crunch of leaves and pine needles under your feet. It means the smell of crisp
fresh air with hints of cinnamon, apple and pumpkin.” - Ashley,
daughter and best friend.
"Rabbit season, Brunswick stew... raking leaves and jumping in 'em... Grapes and apples getting ripe" - Mike, brother and fellow storyteller.
"Putting away things outside for the winter... Fall Festivals... Leaf collecting.... Gathering nuts in the woods with Granddaddy" - Joan, sister and "partner in crime".
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Hay Bales |
Fall seems to tap us on the shoulder, and beg our attention from the busy life that Summer often brings. The
leaves start changing colors, dogwoods first, then the other trees follow suit. Annual fairs and fall festivals start popping
up everywhere. The air starts to smell
different somehow... even if it’s still the dog days of August, and sweltering
hot outside. The last of the harvests
are being brought in… pumpkins begin to appear on doorsteps and porches. Bales of hay can be seen laying in fields
that were once big meadows of grass waving in the breeze Field corn turns a crispy looking brown ready
for harvest. Okra stalks are long and
lanky by this time, with just a tuft of leaves up on the tip top. Mums start blooming, and pots of them start appearing on porches and steps... dotting the countryside with their yellows and pinks and whites. Soon, pumpkins will join them as bright greetings and Fall decor. All signs that the weather is starting to
change, that the trees are starting to tuck in for the winter, and that folks
need to basically wrap things up from summer’s busy-ness.
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Garden Wagon with Leaves |
Gardeners hear the whisper of Fall through the last blazing days of Summer
heat, and begin to tuck their gardens in for the winter... pulling up tomato
cages and stakes, plowing the last of the plants under the ground, sometimes
seeding the entire patch with clover for the nutrition it will bring the ground
in the Spring. Potted plants and flowers
outside on the porches and decks start to lose their luster. Soon their spent dry husks will be pulled up,
tossed on a compost heap, and the pots put away for a Spring sure to come. It’s a time of tidying up the outside,
putting things away, and getting ready for the snows on Winter whispered on the
wind.
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Mums Begin to Appear... |
It all starts with Labor Day... a celebration of work itself. Originally started by a union leader and his
brother in the late 1800’s to celebrate the American worker, Labor Day has come
to mean much more than that to us nowadays.
It’s the last hurrah of summer, time to slip in one more vacation before
school starts for the kids in the Fall.
It’s the time when gardeners and farmers start thinking about what still
needs to be done before the winter months set in... gathering in the last of
the harvests, baling the last fields of hay, and preparing gardens for the
winter months.
Growing up, it was the time when we typically took one more vacation. We camped for our vacations back in those days,
and usually went to Kerr Lake for one more week of fun and fellowship with the
same group of folks that we vacationed with every year (aunts, uncles, cousins,
grandparents). We eventually started
calling our camping group The Gully
Campers because the camping area we used was on a hill, and when it rained
(which it seemed to do every time we were there, at least for a day or so), the
hillside would wash out with huge gullies where the water ran down off the
hill. Motor boats, canoes, and big
tractor tire inner-tubes provided water sport.
There was at least one campfire to sit around every night, several
hammocks that could be lounged in for an afternoon nap, and a volleyball
tournament sometime during the week. It
was always a great time of laughter, fun and good eats. Nowadays, though... we typically just stay
home, cook some hotdogs and hamburgers on the grill, and enjoy the company of
family and friends.
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Maple Tree in the Fall |
After Labor Day was over, it was time to think about school. New clothes and shoes were needed for growing
kids whose clothes and shoes from last year were either worn out or too
little... new school supplies were bought (pencils, pens, paper, notebooks)...
desks that had been piled high with toys, coloring books, and broken crayons
during the summer were cleared off to get ready for the nightly drill of
homework and studying. It was also the
time of year when every housewife knew she had to swap out her clothes, putting
summer dresses and shoes away, and getting out the fall/winter clothing. You
see, you never ever ever wore white (especially white shoes) after Labor Day.... nor before Easter.
It was also the time of year to start thinking of Memorial Day (Homecoming
Day) at the church which always occurred later into September. The last of the flowers in the flower gardens
were cut and arranged in vases of all sizes and shapes. Everyone put flowers on all the graves of
their ancestors, flags were put on the graves of all the veterans in the
graveyard, and lots of food was cooked and brought to the church that day for a
huge cover-dished meal after the service.
Friends and family that had moved away from the community often came
back for this one special day at the church. During the service, memorials are read for
each person that died during the past year, honoring them one more time with a
candle lit in their name as their memorial is read. The sanctuary was often standing-room-only on
Memorial Day, and the meal was like no other, for the volume of food
involved. It was a time of visiting with
relatives you seldom got to see, seeing people that came from far away just to
be here for that one special day. It was
always one of my favorite days at church, and one which still occurs each year.
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Dogwood Leaves Start Changing First |
Cooler days start to creep into the warmth of summer. Before you know it, you wake up one morning
to frost covering yards, bushes and flowerbeds.
Leaves start to drift off the trees, covering the yard in a blanket of
reds and golds and browns. Now’s the
time to break out the rakes and yardbrooms and start raking the leaves. When we were kids, that meant it was time to
play in the piles of leaves that our parents and grandparents had labored so
hard to make, but to us it was a wonderful place to bury ourselves in, run and
jump into, and scatter as we plowed our feet and legs through them, kicking the
leaves up into the air. Big white
sheets, that were well past their usefulness as bed sheets, were laid on the
ground to rake the leaves into. Those
were then carried over to one of the fields and burned. Nowadays, we have one of those fancy mowers
with the vacuum on the back that sucks up all the leaves and puts them into a
trailer behind the mower that then becomes a dump bed when it’s time to empty
it out. Not nearly as much fun as
running and jumping into the big piles of leaves... but much easier now that
we’re all getting on in years.
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Fall Fills the Shelves |
Stores nowadays practically assault you with the smell of pumpkin and
cinnamon whenever you enter... everything has a pumpkin pie flavor option, from
cereal to coffee to cookies and muffins.
The fall colors are everywhere. Burlap
replaces the silks and cottons of summer.
Grapevines that were shaped into wreaths and other fun shapes last Fall
when they were trimmed off the main vines are now dry and ready to use. The smells that I love the best aren’t in a
store, though. They are outside, created
by nature itself… the smell of the falling leaves as the trees start to shed
them... the scent of fresh fallen pine needles... the smell of hay as it’s
being cut and baled for the winter... the smell of the fresh turned dirt in the
garden as it’s prepared for winter... and the smell of fresh made apple pies
from this year’s harvest. Pumpkin pie
smells great too, but it’s the apple pie, with the cinnamon, that really smells
like Fall to me.
As the weather starts to slowly change from the blazing hot/humid days of
summer, to the welcoming cooler days of Fall, we often find ourselves thinking
of snuggling in a blanket with a hot cup of cocoa, building fires in the
fireplace, and sweaters waiting to be worn.
We begin to wonder when “peak season” in the mountains will be this year,
and think about planning a trip on the Blue Ridge Parkway to see the beauty of
a sea of color along the mountainsides.
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Grandfather Mtn. - Blue Ridge Parkway, NC |
Of all the seasons, Fall puts on the grandest show. Spring has its beauty with the growth of new
things, green sprouting everywhere, flowers blooming, birds returning, and bees
and butterflies all around. But Fall
sends us the signal that it’s time to rest, watch the beauty of the changing
leaves, smell the warm smells of home, and surround ourselves with family, and
friends. “It’s time to rest,” says
Fall... “Come, let me show you something wonderful!”
There’s something about the march of the four seasons that make life seem
more interesting somehow. Each season
brings its blessing, each it’s special “something”
to be cherished... and as we flow through those seasons, it gives us milestones
and waypoints on which to plot our lives as we look back over the years.
Enjoy your Fall! May it bring you
blessings and cherished moments!
“Fall means watching the world outside change through the
window with a hot cup of coffee on a chilly morning… Fall
means the cold is coming and you start warming your soul by surrounding
yourself with friends and family.” - Ashley