Splendid Fall
K D
It is finally the fall season! It makes me think of plum tea, pumpkin spice cookies, cinnamon toast, honey on apple slices, candy corn, and Halloween and Thanksgiving. I think it’s my favorite season. All the catalogs that stuff my mailbox are resplendent with new everything in jewel tone colors and the promise of cozy times curled up with a good book or entertaining with friends. I don’t know why there’s such a quickening at the fall time; it’s probably because we feel proud of ourselves for having finished with the languid days of August and the heat of September. The days grow shorter, but I like lamplight. I find that I make promises to myself to finish this or that project, start something new, and read even the smaller articles in the newspaper. The promises last until about Thanksgiving time when I frantically slide into holiday mode and have no time for any of the projects much less reading the newspaper from beginning to end (I renew these promises for New Year’s resolutions accompanied by losing weight and not ordering out as much.). Poets frequently use the autumn as a metaphor for growing older, but I never felt that tone of watchfulness or regret. Fall was always a season of surprises to come, family to love, and friends to hug. Happy fall in all its splendor to you.