{"id":297,"date":"2016-10-03T11:27:00","date_gmt":"2016-10-03T11:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2016\/10\/03\/autumn-days-2\/"},"modified":"2020-10-28T02:29:12","modified_gmt":"2020-10-28T02:29:12","slug":"autumn-days-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2016\/10\/03\/autumn-days-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Autumn Days"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Autumn is my favorite time of year. \u00a0That seems like a bit of a cliche. \u00a0I feel like I should be professing my love for pumpkin spice lattes, warm knits, and nights spent curled up by the fire. \u00a0I hate to break it to you but \u00a0I have never had a pumpkin spice latte in my life and have no intention of starting now. \u00a0The warm knits and the fires sound lovely.<\/p>\n

The summers suck the life right out of me. \u00a0I don’t cope well with heat and humidity and all I want to do is stay at home in the air-conditioning. \u00a0It isn’t a practical solution but it is the one I campaign for every year. \u00a0Then September arrives and I come alive. \u00a0Everyone around me is complaining about the cold and I am extolling the wonders of cool, crisp mornings. \u00a0I 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. \u00a0I 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. \u00a0I love the smell of chrysanthemums and I love the deep colors they come in, orange and burgundy and yellow. \u00a0I love the gorgeous sunsets we get at this time of year. \u00a0Here is one from the other night.<\/p>\n

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Autumn is the time to bake; loaves of bread, molasses cookies, apple pie with apples you have picked yourself. \u00a0It is the time of hearty soups, mounds of mashed potatoes, and lots of pasta. \u00a0Maybe, based on that list, it should be the time of a new exercise routine as well. \u00a0Actually, 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. \u00a0Well, you can play that sport. \u00a0I think organized sports are one of life’s greatest horrors but that is just me.<\/p>\n

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This autumn I want to: \u00a0sit 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,<\/a> 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.<\/p>\n

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I was trying to think of autumn quotes in books and I could only come up with two. \u00a0One is the quote that is all over the place this time of year. \u00a0Anne Shirley said, “I am so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” \u00a0I agree with her. \u00a0The other one is from Persuasion by Jane Austen. \u00a0Really, I think there is an appropriate Austen quote for any time or occasion.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

What is your favorite time of year? \u00a0Can you think of any more quotes about autumn?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Autumn is my favorite time of year. \u00a0That seems like a bit of a cliche. \u00a0I feel like I should be professing my love for pumpkin spice lattes, warm knits, and nights spent curled up by the fire. \u00a0I hate to break it to you but \u00a0I have never had a pumpkin spice latte in my life and have no intention of starting now. \u00a0The warm knits and the fires sound lovely. The summers suck the life right out of me. \u00a0I don’t cope well with heat and humidity and all I want to do is stay at home in the air-conditioning. \u00a0It isn’t a practical solution but it is the one I campaign for every year. \u00a0Then September arrives and I come alive. \u00a0Everyone around me is complaining about the cold and I am extolling the wonders of cool, crisp mornings. \u00a0I 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. \u00a0I 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. \u00a0I love the smell of chrysanthemums and I love the deep colors they come in, orange and burgundy and yellow. \u00a0I love the gorgeous sunsets we get at this time of year. \u00a0Here 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. \u00a0It is the time of hearty soups, mounds of mashed potatoes, and lots of pasta. \u00a0Maybe, based on that list, it should be the time of a new exercise routine as well. \u00a0Actually, 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. \u00a0Well, you can play that sport. \u00a0I think organized sports are one of life’s greatest horrors but that is just me. This autumn I want to: \u00a0sit 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. \u00a0One is the quote that is all over the place this time of year. \u00a0Anne Shirley said, “I am so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” \u00a0I agree with her. \u00a0The other one is from Persuasion by Jane Austen. \u00a0Really, 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? \u00a0Can you think of any more quotes about autumn?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":945,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[22],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-297","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-nature"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/297","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=297"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/297\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2792,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/297\/revisions\/2792"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/945"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=297"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=297"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=297"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}