Autumn is my favorite time of year. That seems like a bit of a cliche. I feel like I should be professing my love for pumpkin spice lattes, warm knits, and nights spent curled up by the fire. I hate to break it to you but I have never had a pumpkin spice latte in my life and have no intention of starting now. The warm knits and the fires sound lovely.
The summers suck the life right out of me. I don't cope well with heat and humidity and all I want to do is stay at home in the air-conditioning. It isn't a practical solution but it is the one I campaign for every year. Then September arrives and I come alive. Everyone around me is complaining about the cold and I am extolling the wonders of cool, crisp mornings. I love the feel in the air when the world is dry and the skies are a deep blue and the leaves are just starting to turn. I love the smell of the air once the leaves are on the ground and you can shuffle through them and that musty tang rises up around you. I love the smell of crysanthemums and I love the deep colors they come in, orange and burgundy and yellow. I love the gorgeous sunsets we get at this time of year. Here is one from the other night.
Autumn is the time to bake; loaves of bread, molasses cookies, apple pie with apples you have picked yourself. It is the time of hearty soups, mounds of mashed potatoes, and lots of pasta. Maybe, based on that list, it should be the time of a new exercise routine as well. Actually, that is fine with me because in the autumn it is possible to exercise without melting into a puddle so you can hike that trail, climb that mountain, or play that sport. Well, you can play that sport. I think organized sports are one of life's greatest horrors but that is just me.
This autumn I want to: sit around the campfire, pick apples, make an apple pie, make a pumpkin pie, use the long evenings to force my kids to play Scrabble again, go to Sturbridge Village, go hiking at the state park nearby, go to the shore on a sunny, brisk day, and sit by the fireplace with a cup of tea and a good book.
I was trying to think of autumn quotes in books and I could only come up with two. One is the quote that is all over the place this time of year. Anne Shirley said "I am so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers." I agree with her. The other one is from Persuasion by Jane Austen. Really, I think there is an appropriate Austen quote for any time or occasion.
Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn, that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which has drawn from every poet, worthy of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.
What is your favorite time of year? Can you think of any more quotes about autumn?