It’s been fall now for almost two weeks and, well…what’re
you gonna do?
It’s fall!
It’s fall!
It’s fall!
What’re you gonna do?
What?
I know…get used to it…go with the flow…go with the fall.
It’s fall!
Not that I have anything against fall.
It’s just that it’s not spring, season of hope…let alone
summer, season of slack.
It’s fall!
Yeah….
Actually, it’s a pretty nice season…in my top three, as
seasons go.
Summer, spring, fall….
I won’t tell you what number 4 is.
In fact, if fall didn’t have such a silly name attached to
it, it could possibly move up into the second slot.
I suppose it could have been worse…it could have been called
“slip” or “trip”…if we’re going with the clumsy connotations.
Maybe even “plop” or “flop”.
But it’s not…
It’s fall!
And for the most obvious of reasons...it’s the time of year
when the leaves fall.
As opposed to spring…when they don’t.
The leaves spring in spring…along with everything
else…including my Aunt Sarah, who usually throws out her hip while—well, never mind.
Of course if you don’t care for the name fall…you can always
go with the more aristocratic, hoity toity, autumn.
In fact the British use autumn, almost exclusively over
fall…even if they’re not particularly hoity toity at all…but just sound that
way...you know, because they’re Brits and everything they say sounds hoity toity...even hoity toity….
So you can go down that road, if you prefer…but take your
time because that road is probably covered with leaves, by now, and might be a
tad slippery…just like my logic.
But whatever you choose to call it…it’s here now, and it’s
gonna be here right up until a few days before Christmas.
So there’s that to consider about fall as well.
Fall…or autumn…is home to just about all of the happiest
holidays of the year.
Halloween, Thanksgiving, Z’s Birthday and the Gaelic
festival of Samhain…most of which have nothing at all in common. But if you’re in any
way livestock related, you want nothing to do with fall…or the Irish…once Samhain
rolls into town.
Just sayin….
And of course, the fall lovers, which you’ll generally find
to be of the optimistic, “My glass is
half full and I’m happy to have it”, sort—as opposed to the more pessimistic, “My Pina Colada is half
empty, so send over another before they run out”, summer folk—love to revel
in all the crisp cool air and bright
sunny days; colorful foliage, apples and cider…cider and apples; scarecrows and
witches; Turkeys and Pilgrims, standing guard on every lawn, right alongside
frosted pumpkins, horns of plenty and even horns of Good & Plenty.
It’s fall!
They shout it on every wind swept street and vibrant
mountain trail….
It’s fall!
They hum while they rake and sing while they bake...apple
pies, pumpkin pies and holiday family feasts.
They come alive this time of year, these fall loving, autumn
huggers, until they wear us down; we the summer, spring and even winter lovers,
carrying us over to their side.
For the next three months, there’s no denying it…we might as
well throw a log on the fire, face it, embrace it and yeah…even enjoy it.
It’s fall!
So, pass the cider and save me a drumstick…and get the snow
shovels ready, while you’re at it
What?
I said I’d enjoy it…not be any less pessimistic about it.
It’s fall!
What’re you gonna do?
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That lovely old English expression 'Fall'. However, we British sadly became infected with so many French phrases (At least thirty thousand) that we adopted words like Autumn. At least with Fall the leaves and temperatures descend towards Winter. Love that beautiful tree picture.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ropey. Glad to hear you've only been infected by the French phrases and nothing else.... Carry on!
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