Painting a Picture of Autumn — 6 Comments

  1. Autumn here in Texas usually is bright blue skies and sometimes blustery winds. with La Nina ( I think that is the one) it is supposed to be drier and warmer) we won’t have cold weather, although a ‘blue norther’ may blow through. It rarely gets cold enough for a really heavy coat. Right now we will have some 90 degree weather this week, with 80s the following week, some rain forecasted. I am looking out the window to a slice of pale blue sky with a live oak tree over the building shedding some leaves and acorns, while below the ground cover is recovering from a brutal hair cut from the landscapers.

    • Thanks for your lovely comments, Hollis! You have “painted a picture of autumn” for us, and the ways it is different from how the rest of us might experience it in other places. We did have an 80 degree day last week, but that was the last one until next summer!

  2. San Diego is known for having two seasons: the wet season of about three-four months (December-March), and then the 70-degree sunshiny weather of the rest of the year. But we live 4000 feet above sea level in the mountains east of the city. We see autumn here in apple picking–although the “pickin'” is slim this year due to a late frost. Two years ago we picked 250 pounds of apples from our single Pippin tree; this year we’ll be lucky to find a dozen that the critters and birds haven’t already enjoyed. The leaves change here, and our nights are down in the mid-thirties, with every night threatening to be the first frost.

    I turn to the poetry of Keats and Robert Frost in autumn–and Emily Dickinson, too. While our summer flowers fade and the leaves begin to turn, a sweater is needed for morning and evening. So much nicer than the unrelenting heat of summer!!

    I love autumn, with its promise of cooler weather at last, of fires in the wood-burning stove (our major heat source in this 1922 converted mountain cabin), and the whisper of wind around the eaves. It’s my favorite season in a way, for spring too often brings the beginnings of summer heat which melts me into a puddle of lazy goo. Autumn is invigorating, and I welcome it gladly.

    Susanne 🙂

    • Another beautiful word picture painted! – whispering wind, apple picking, first frost, summer flowers fade… Thanks for sharing this, Susanne. I’d love to visit you in your mountain cabin sometime. 😀

  3. Glasgow is, as always, wettish. I rarely get to admire vistas of brightly coloured trees. I get to concentrate on not slipping and falling arse over kettle because of the brightly coloured, wet piles of leaves on the pavements.

    • Haha! Oh, dear. I’m sorry, Karen, but I can relate to the ‘wettish’ part. Seattle has earned its reputation for rain (although this past summer was exceptionally dry). When I go for my walks through the woods, I find it prudent to look down most of the time too. Slipping might not be as much of a hazzard, but the risk of stepping on a slug or a pile of dog poo is!

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