This weekend , yet another seasonal alteration is upon us . We ’ll be bidding farewell to the warm temperatures and humid Nox that summer offers and receive in fall ’s gentle shiver and ocular grandness very shortly . The unfermented berry and frizzy vegetables of summertime give way to the juicy orchard apple tree and lusty root vegetables of fall , just as the dominant green of the summertime landscape fades to fall ’s oranges , reds and golds .
Like many others , autumn is my favorite time of year , and I often drop most of the year — especially the red-hot days of summer and the coldest twenty-four hours of winter — wishing that it were diminish again , just so I could always be munching on some kind ofapple dessertor sip something pumpkin - flavored while curling up into a flannel shirt and cranch leaves into the pavement , ducking my head against a brisk breeze . ( Yes , I am a bit of a wild-eyed — what gave it aside ? )
I was chatting with a summer - loving protagonist this week who was baffled by my deep beloved of a time of year that herald the onset of colder weather where all things green fade and croak , which bewilder me thinking about why I love fall so much . I think Edwin Way Teale ’s quote above sums up my feelings utterly . ( Well , he does n’t observe thepumpkin cheesecakesand theapple cider , but those are just cherries on top of the autumnal sundae . )
For me , nightfall is n’t a metre to mourn the passing of ardent weather and green pastures , but rather a time to celebrate the bounty of the growing season . We get together with family and protagonist to share in the yield of the growing season ’s labor andput upsome of the bounty for the winter , nominate memories all the while . As the weather cools and day get short , we pull together with the I we have a go at it around the dinner table and in the kitchen .
Even though the craw , tree and greenery around us begins to bolt andgo to seed , I chance the metaphorical battening down of the hatches somewhat comforting : Mother Nature always knows well . Yes , we ’ll have to endure acold wintersoon , but before we experience it , spring will be right around the corner , and fall ’s cycle of seeding and sowing is an all important part of that . To me , the innate black bile of fall ’s break splendor is nothing more than a ( very ) other harbinger of spring ’s welcome outlook of growth and renewal . No other time of year really captures that blend of celebration and community — andpumpkin pie — like fall .
What ’s your preferred thing about fall ? partake in it below !
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