Fall was the season that reminded the most that things lose their color and die. The wind turns harsh and the sunlight goes away and I can't remember what it was like in the summer. Lots of times a beach trip in October was all the summer I felt like I'd had.
This year is so wonderfully different. I spent hours outside in the summer until my face was bright red and I was gasping for air and water - always with a smile. Fall brought so many colors and it was great to begin to see things without all the vines and overgrowth of summer in the way. You can walk through the woods much more easily. Winter this year has been bitterly cold - so unusual for us to be this cold this long. But it felt good on my face - alive, somehow. And really, if it snows, no one can expect you to do any yardwork!
Here's a poem from my cousin Pam Hasagawa which speaks to ths.
Of all the seasons, and I am a lover of seasons,
I prefer spring and autumn.
As I am now in the autumn of my turn at life,
the beauty of the leaves and colors pleases me even more.
An arboretum is nearby, and while
I (thought I) had no time for it in my middle decades,
now it draws me there in all seasons,
most powerfully, the garden of Japanese maples.
Last fall I noticed that rapid changes of degree
created patterns on larger leaves such as elm and oak
showing when the warmth abruptly went south,
or at least that is what I surmised.
This year it was the pear trees whose leaves
astonished me by their coloring from yellow to crimson.
I had been so taken by their beauty in spring, when they
burst into flower, that their fall beauty evaded me.
I wonder how much beauty I have missed by not
looking more closely at each season. And I'm thankful for
Those who have gently shared their love of nature with
me, so that I too could view the beauty of her attributes.