View From The Glen

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

September Morning

The first of September is a good day in my world, conjuring up promises: the promise of a glorious fall; the promise of new routines, new menus, new adventures; the promise of possibilities – endless possibilities; the promise of change, electric and static in the air.

I love summer, I do. All the seasons actually. I feel blessed to live here where they vary, sometimes dissolving into one another as Spring becomes Summer; sometimes striking unexpectedly as when an October snowstorm turns Fall into Winter overnight.

But if I have a favourite, it is Autumn. Fabulous autumn with its colour and vibrancy. Crisp days and the smell of apples on the air. Making soups and eating them hot on the veranda, a rug around your shoulders against the chill. The crack of a bonfire and the smell of woodsmoke as the last of the yard clearing is completed. The herbs hanging to dry, their subtle pungency wafting across the kitchen in the breeze. Piles of crimson and golden leaves under the maple trees. The gardens cut back, the vegetables harvested and the ground tilled in neat rows, next year's garlic in the wheelbarrow ready to be planted before the frost. Wearing an old faded pair of jeans and a colourful wool sweater to go for a hike through the woods and then come back and watch the early sunset over the fields.

Today is still Summer. But Fall's promise is just around the corner.

Bring it on.

5 comments:

Julie said...

After 6 straight days of above 30 temperatures before humidity is factored in - I can't wait for the cooler evenings either. Running out of nicer hot weather outfits to wear to the office and figure shorts and tanks are not options :)

Steve & Cyndi said...

Fall is my favorite too- funny- here we really do not get summer until August- and Sept therefore is the nicest month. I am going to Cape Breton Oct 7th- and can not wait to see the spectacular colors ( which is why I am driving). I love the warm days and cold nights.....

Keitha said...

Fall is definitely my favourite season. I'm a huge fan of our 4 distinct seasons - and in the middle of February, I do long for the memories of August at the beach, but there's something about the smell of the leaves that have fallen and the aroma of a hearty soup that makes me anxious to store my flip flops for another year.

Finola said...

Fall is beautiful, but I'm always sad at the end of summer. I'm not really a cold weather person, so fall just means winter is coming, and soon!

Laura said...

Fall is lovely...but winter sucks. Your writing is magical.