Friday, September 23, 2016

Friday Ramble - Embracing the Season

It's small things that engage our attention at this time of year, fallen leaves like confetti on the old wooden dock at the lake, woodland maples arrayed in red and gold, tall sunflowers inclining their heads and dropping thousands of seed children, damp furrows where a garden once bloomed and fruited, bronzey oak leaves on the trail touched by cold and crackling wonderfully underfoot in their earthy sepias and rosy creams, the way flickering sunlight bends and flows across our path on walks in the woods.

Lines of swallows congregate and chatter on telephone lines before migrating.  Skeins of geese pass high overhead, and there are the steady wing beats and plaintive calls of loons saying goodbye and heading for warmer moorings. Great herons still haunt local waterways, but they will not be far behind the loons in departing.  Beech trees in our woods are turning, and their copper leaves fall in burnished showers.  Is it just me, or is there a restless melancholy spirit loose in the village and haunting the countryside in late September?

Far from last month's thoughts of salads and cold drinks, I find myself pondering soups and stews, corn fritters and gingerbread, the first McIntosh apples lovingly folded into a baked crumble with oatmeal, maple syrup and cinnamon.  Thoughts of comfort food are a sure indication of autumn, all by themselves.

Life becomes quieter as daylight hours wane in the last quarter of the calendar year. Temperatures tumble, migratory kin leave, and we drink every blessed thing in like wine.  Gloves on our gnarly paws, and collars turned up against the wind, we ramble and ponder and feast our senses on the colors, sounds and spicy fragrances of autumn.  Then we come home to tea and toast and ginger cookies at nightfall.  It's all good.

6 comments:

Laura~Pretty Pix said...

A truly beautiful post.

Luna Crone said...

"Is it just me, or is there a restless melancholy spirit loose in the village and haunting the countryside in late September?

Ohhhhhhh yes, there is a restless melancholy spirit loose! Thank you! I am not the only one.

And also thank you, since you have given me, my post idea, for today. And I will link back to you, as the idea source, of course.

Luna Crone

Luna Crone said...

And here is my post.

Thank you, again.

Luna Crone

Mystic Meandering said...

Ditto on the "melancholy spirit of Autumn", Cate. It certainly opens us to those feelings. Maybe because of our age, we realize how fleeting life is; how everything changes; how life didn't turn out the way we thought it would, etc. And memories flood the senses of how things used to be, or maybe even could have been. But I actually love it, that feeling of melancholy, because it also connects me with something deep inside, and reminds me that life rekindles itself, in one form or another. And so like you, I welcome it and embrace it with an open heart :) Love the photo! Almost reminds me of a bridge to nowhere...

Claire said...

It hygge time indeed... time to get cozy after a bracing walk through the leaves :)

Guy said...

Your discussion of the changing season was lovely. You also have a wonderful eye, that is a great photos.

Guy