The earth’s tapestry is changing as it morphs into another season. Shortly, for a brief period, the natural world where I live will be transformed into a brightly colored pallet. Already the tips of the trees are tinted reddish, orangey, and yellowish and the night air is frosty and bitter. It’s that time of the year- in-between summer and winter. Autumn!
This is my favorite of all our seasons. I enjoy how summer is tenderly put to bed. But before the big sleep, there is an eruption of activity abound. Starting with the foliage display with its’ bright and vivid colors, and the smell of the cool fresh air. And the fury of activity as the animals prepare for hibernation.
But for me, the most noticeable indication that summer is almost over is the sound of the migratory birds as they settle on the river before continuing their journey south. Each morning hundreds of geese will descend on the river at once. Even before I wake up I hear their chorus, which sounds much like an orchestra tuning their instruments before a concert. Yeah, it is not a pleasant sound. Nonetheless, this is the music for the closing of the season, and I know they'll be back to open the season come Spring.
When we were in Hawaii and mentioned that we were from Canada, the comment was wistfully “four seasons”. To have distinct seasons makes us unique in the eyes of those who only experience green and greener no matter the time of the year. We get to experience all the colors, green, yellow, orange, brown, and white. Albeit, white being a couple of months too long for my liking.
Still, having four seasons is brilliant because at the end of a particular season there are clues that the season is coming to an end and another is about to begin anew. The change keeps us in the moment.
As for the end of summer here, when the colors change from green to golden and bright red it’s time to bunker down for a long cold white season. Time to take out the winter clothing and warm blankets. Time to clean the garden, put the water hose and summer toys away, and bring out that snow shovel.
And it’s time to select some great books, collect firewood, candles, and sweet ingredients for making a killer hot chocolate. You get the picture.
|Last crop of the season!|