I love fall, as well, and this year it is especially beautiful. The rain has made the colors so vibrant. I would complain about the rain, but won’t in deference of those who so wish they had it.
🙂 I love fall, for me that is the best (#1) season of all followed by (2) winter/the holidays and then (3) spring. But our October temps typically swing wildly, up and down, up and down. It goes back and forth from hot to cool. We were cooling off nicely this week — I even used the car heater one morning — but now it’s back up to being super warm this weekend, maybe near the low 90s. 😦 😦 Enough. I’m ready to move on from summer now, please.
😦 Very stressful and too busy at work. The cutbacks are noticed (this was our first week with everyone gone). Added to a new computer system we’re working on and still learning, it was a tense week. I was churning out between 2 and 3 stories every day. (One story a day is customary; it also gives you more time to concentrate on each story.) We’re down to 5 reporters now, trying to cover a way-too large local territory.
😦 Something’s up with Cowboy, I should know more today when the vet is expected to call. Hoping this isn’t anything serious and is something that can be addressed with antibiotics or other medications.
🙂 The long-awaited foundation job, which I’d planned to be done sometime in the spring or early summer, finally begins on Monday. Hoping-hoping-hoping that no ugly, more expensive surprises crop up as they did in the driveway/sewer line project and the bathroom leak repair before that. It’s been a very long year and a half of this.
😦 The cat just knocked something off the table. Why do they do that? “If the earth were flat, cats would have already knocked everything off” as the cartoon says. Earlier, I could barely coax her back into the house after she escaped early when I let Cowboy out at 6. I try not to let her out before 8 a.m. due to the frequent early-morning coyote sightings around here. So an hour later, she stood there at the front door, asking in. But when I opened the door she’d only come about 1/3 of the way in the door that I was patiently holding open for her. for a good long minute. Cats are so annoying when they do that.
I learned to love fall when I lived in Nashville. Before that I lived in Phoenix (no fall colors), Chicago (very few trees and thus few fall colors, and also winter is right around the corner and I truly hated winter in Chicago–I had many reasons I left Chicago, but Chicago winters were my #1 reason). Nashville had lovely fall colors and winter was not something bad enough to dread, so eventually I came to love fall.
But now I’m back in snow country, and this isn’t going to be a pretty fall here. Most of the leaves are simply turning brown and falling off. We have spots of color here and there, but it is going to be the least colorful fall since I left Chicago (and moved to places that have fall) in 2003. (Before 2003, I had two or three times I drove to Indiana some Saturday to see fall color, which makes it all the more amusing that now I live in it. But this fall is flat and won’t be very pretty unless things really change up soon, but it should be getting pretty by now and instead we just have dead leaves everywhere.)
Fall is a state of mind. It may go back to school days when it marked the start of a new year (more invigoratingly than dreary January’s did). New clothes, new notebooks, sweatshirts and sweaters and jackets. It’s always seemed like a ‘beginning’ season to me — and a welcome relief from the hot temperatures of late summer.
I like spring also. That puts me in mind of something my oldest daughter said early one spring after I told her I like the season. She promptly said she did not. When I asked why she said because we get all those horrible worms. She was about 3 and I forgot that she was not old enough to realize army worms did not show up by the thousands every spring. It is all perspective and from her’s that was not a nice time of year.
DJ, you say of fall, “New clothes, new notebooks, sweatshirts and sweaters and jackets.” We didn’t get new school clothes, I never owned a sweatshirt until I bought one because I was heading off to school in Chicago (28 years later I still own, and still wear, that sweatshirt), I wore sweaters year round (in the summer, places had air conditioning and I wasn’t used to that), and I didn’t own a coat or jacket. So that leaves new notebooks, and sixth grade is the only year I particularly remember a new notebook (Trapper Keeper notebooks were “in,” and Mom let me get one that had horses on it). And we didn’t have autumn leaves or any special fall traditions, except for trick or treating and Thanksgiving dinner.
So fall wasn’t really anything but the start of a new school year, which I liked well enough, except that the first couple weeks of school were always hot, 30 people in a small classroom at 100 degrees. Without autumn leaves or cool, crisp days, it really was an irrelevant season, only technically a season.
One Christmas during college I was in Phoenix, first time I had been there in a couple of years, and I drove around the city with my sister more than I usually drover around the town. I realized to my surprise that some trees had full leaves, some were losing their leaves, and some were just growing their leaves–in other words, there was simply no time that all of the trees were leafless. They just lost their leaves at some point and turned around and grew new ones. I never realized that when I lived there–I simply never thought about it, except that we had to rake up the mulberry leaves when they dropped them. Mulberries were the only trees in our yard that lost their leaves, the others being cedar, willow, palo verde, and when I was little a sour orange. I’m assuming all four of our mulberry trees, all three later in my childhood, lost their leaves at roughly the same time, but I couldn’t swear to that or say what month it was it happened.
As a student in Chicago, people asked me regularly how I stood it growing up in a place without trees, and i was never sure how to answer that. My childhood yard had lots of trees, the park I walked across to get to school had lots of trees, and most of the trees I knew in Phoenix never lost their leaves! (Besides the cedar and willow and citrus trees, palm trees and olives were common.) In contrast, in Chicago there were few trees, and they were leafless fully half the year–so I hadn’t gained “green” by moving to Chicago, I had lost it and lost it big! I didn’t live in a really green (verdant) area until I moved to Nashville, but Chicago was certainly not that.
Haha, I’m not saying I got all those things (though a new dress or 2 & notebook, yes). Just that the ‘season’ evokes all of that in my mind.
One of the fun parts of BSF when I was a group leader was buying a new notebook for fall, making name tags for those in my group, and getting “organized” for a new year. Fall will always just “be” that for me.
We have the change of colors here, in the more rural areas on the peninsula where I drive through frequently, but not as spectacularly as in in other parts of the country.
I love Autumn. This one has been strange. There are high winds today yet it is warm (not hot) and humid. Only a few of trees at home turned any colour, most have just turned brown, and the leaves come off in the high wind. There needs to be more frosty nights for bright colours, and there have been almost none. Weird weather. I fare better in a crisp, cold environment than a hot humid one. Spring is beautiful, as is Summer, but the pollen and humidity are hard to bear. Winter and Autumn are friendlier.
The weather just got weirder. The wind was picking up – but it just picked up by a lot and brought hard rain with it. Certainly hope no one was on the lake – it reminded my of the song ‘White Squall’ (brief language warning):
Roscuro – You just described our autumn & our weather today, too. We are expecting higher winds, & rain, tonight.
On Facebook, Nightingale wrote that at The Boy’s birthday party, held at a park with a nice playground, the children were running around playing, & the adults were running around after things that blew off the tables. 🙂
(I did not attend the party. Nightingale said that was okay, since it was mainly a kids’ party, & we will be having our family celebration when his actual birthday comes around in ten days.)
Wandering Views 
😦 The work involved in preparing to move
🙂 How much of that work has been accomplished, and how clean my whole house is (including rarely cleaned patches like underneath furniture)
😦 Yellow jackets moving into one of the bedrooms (most of them were outside, but several a day made their way in)
🙂 Maybe, just maybe, the ones we saw yesterday were the last of them
🙂 The lovely colors and migrating birds of fall
😦 The dead leaves and cool temperatures of fall–it just can’t get higher than my third-favorite season, no matter how hard it tries
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I love fall.
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I love fall, as well, and this year it is especially beautiful. The rain has made the colors so vibrant. I would complain about the rain, but won’t in deference of those who so wish they had it.
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🙂 I love fall, for me that is the best (#1) season of all followed by (2) winter/the holidays and then (3) spring. But our October temps typically swing wildly, up and down, up and down. It goes back and forth from hot to cool. We were cooling off nicely this week — I even used the car heater one morning — but now it’s back up to being super warm this weekend, maybe near the low 90s. 😦 😦 Enough. I’m ready to move on from summer now, please.
😦 Very stressful and too busy at work. The cutbacks are noticed (this was our first week with everyone gone). Added to a new computer system we’re working on and still learning, it was a tense week. I was churning out between 2 and 3 stories every day. (One story a day is customary; it also gives you more time to concentrate on each story.) We’re down to 5 reporters now, trying to cover a way-too large local territory.
😦 Something’s up with Cowboy, I should know more today when the vet is expected to call. Hoping this isn’t anything serious and is something that can be addressed with antibiotics or other medications.
🙂 The long-awaited foundation job, which I’d planned to be done sometime in the spring or early summer, finally begins on Monday. Hoping-hoping-hoping that no ugly, more expensive surprises crop up as they did in the driveway/sewer line project and the bathroom leak repair before that. It’s been a very long year and a half of this.
😦 The cat just knocked something off the table. Why do they do that? “If the earth were flat, cats would have already knocked everything off” as the cartoon says. Earlier, I could barely coax her back into the house after she escaped early when I let Cowboy out at 6. I try not to let her out before 8 a.m. due to the frequent early-morning coyote sightings around here. So an hour later, she stood there at the front door, asking in. But when I opened the door she’d only come about 1/3 of the way in the door that I was patiently holding open for her. for a good long minute. Cats are so annoying when they do that.
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I learned to love fall when I lived in Nashville. Before that I lived in Phoenix (no fall colors), Chicago (very few trees and thus few fall colors, and also winter is right around the corner and I truly hated winter in Chicago–I had many reasons I left Chicago, but Chicago winters were my #1 reason). Nashville had lovely fall colors and winter was not something bad enough to dread, so eventually I came to love fall.
But now I’m back in snow country, and this isn’t going to be a pretty fall here. Most of the leaves are simply turning brown and falling off. We have spots of color here and there, but it is going to be the least colorful fall since I left Chicago (and moved to places that have fall) in 2003. (Before 2003, I had two or three times I drove to Indiana some Saturday to see fall color, which makes it all the more amusing that now I live in it. But this fall is flat and won’t be very pretty unless things really change up soon, but it should be getting pretty by now and instead we just have dead leaves everywhere.)
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Fall is a state of mind. It may go back to school days when it marked the start of a new year (more invigoratingly than dreary January’s did). New clothes, new notebooks, sweatshirts and sweaters and jackets. It’s always seemed like a ‘beginning’ season to me — and a welcome relief from the hot temperatures of late summer.
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I can agree with that, cats are annoying.
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I have been missing Fall. It has been five years since I was home in the Fall. The trees are beautiful and it is my favorite season.
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I even bought a new pair of pants this week. No one will notice if I wear the same pair everyday, will they?
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Well, I wouldn’t.
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I hate fall. Everything is dying and it’s getting cold.
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I love Spring.
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I like spring also. That puts me in mind of something my oldest daughter said early one spring after I told her I like the season. She promptly said she did not. When I asked why she said because we get all those horrible worms. She was about 3 and I forgot that she was not old enough to realize army worms did not show up by the thousands every spring. It is all perspective and from her’s that was not a nice time of year.
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DJ, you say of fall, “New clothes, new notebooks, sweatshirts and sweaters and jackets.” We didn’t get new school clothes, I never owned a sweatshirt until I bought one because I was heading off to school in Chicago (28 years later I still own, and still wear, that sweatshirt), I wore sweaters year round (in the summer, places had air conditioning and I wasn’t used to that), and I didn’t own a coat or jacket. So that leaves new notebooks, and sixth grade is the only year I particularly remember a new notebook (Trapper Keeper notebooks were “in,” and Mom let me get one that had horses on it). And we didn’t have autumn leaves or any special fall traditions, except for trick or treating and Thanksgiving dinner.
So fall wasn’t really anything but the start of a new school year, which I liked well enough, except that the first couple weeks of school were always hot, 30 people in a small classroom at 100 degrees. Without autumn leaves or cool, crisp days, it really was an irrelevant season, only technically a season.
One Christmas during college I was in Phoenix, first time I had been there in a couple of years, and I drove around the city with my sister more than I usually drover around the town. I realized to my surprise that some trees had full leaves, some were losing their leaves, and some were just growing their leaves–in other words, there was simply no time that all of the trees were leafless. They just lost their leaves at some point and turned around and grew new ones. I never realized that when I lived there–I simply never thought about it, except that we had to rake up the mulberry leaves when they dropped them. Mulberries were the only trees in our yard that lost their leaves, the others being cedar, willow, palo verde, and when I was little a sour orange. I’m assuming all four of our mulberry trees, all three later in my childhood, lost their leaves at roughly the same time, but I couldn’t swear to that or say what month it was it happened.
As a student in Chicago, people asked me regularly how I stood it growing up in a place without trees, and i was never sure how to answer that. My childhood yard had lots of trees, the park I walked across to get to school had lots of trees, and most of the trees I knew in Phoenix never lost their leaves! (Besides the cedar and willow and citrus trees, palm trees and olives were common.) In contrast, in Chicago there were few trees, and they were leafless fully half the year–so I hadn’t gained “green” by moving to Chicago, I had lost it and lost it big! I didn’t live in a really green (verdant) area until I moved to Nashville, but Chicago was certainly not that.
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Haha, I’m not saying I got all those things (though a new dress or 2 & notebook, yes). Just that the ‘season’ evokes all of that in my mind.
One of the fun parts of BSF when I was a group leader was buying a new notebook for fall, making name tags for those in my group, and getting “organized” for a new year. Fall will always just “be” that for me.
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We have the change of colors here, in the more rural areas on the peninsula where I drive through frequently, but not as spectacularly as in in other parts of the country.
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Notebooks — the big fad one year when we were in later elementary school was the “Nifty” notebooks, they were magnetized at the top. So modern.
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saw a gorgeous golden red tree today highlighted by the setting sun. Ah, Fall…
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I love Autumn. This one has been strange. There are high winds today yet it is warm (not hot) and humid. Only a few of trees at home turned any colour, most have just turned brown, and the leaves come off in the high wind. There needs to be more frosty nights for bright colours, and there have been almost none. Weird weather. I fare better in a crisp, cold environment than a hot humid one. Spring is beautiful, as is Summer, but the pollen and humidity are hard to bear. Winter and Autumn are friendlier.
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The weather just got weirder. The wind was picking up – but it just picked up by a lot and brought hard rain with it. Certainly hope no one was on the lake – it reminded my of the song ‘White Squall’ (brief language warning):
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Roscuro – You just described our autumn & our weather today, too. We are expecting higher winds, & rain, tonight.
On Facebook, Nightingale wrote that at The Boy’s birthday party, held at a park with a nice playground, the children were running around playing, & the adults were running around after things that blew off the tables. 🙂
(I did not attend the party. Nightingale said that was okay, since it was mainly a kids’ party, & we will be having our family celebration when his actual birthday comes around in ten days.)
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There has been some lovely colors on some trees, but many are just losing leaves without the lovely color.
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