Autumn

I thought a lot about what I wanted to do my 100th post on, and decided the season of autumn was appropriate. (I apologize in advance for anyone in the southern hemisphere who is reading this, and moving into spring instead.)

Autumn is an interesting time. For some, it is a wonderful season because it is relief from the heat of summer, and is moving into the crisp coldness of winter. For others, it is bittersweet because it marks the end of the long, warm days of summer, and heralds the time of coats and boots and chilliness that won’t really go away until next spring.

For gardeners, autumn is harvest, when all the hard work of the spring and summer finally pays off with fruit and vegetables. I have been eating tomato sandwiches for days in a row, and we made fresh salsa with the romas. Yum! A promise made in March when I planted the seeds, and now fulfilled.

Autumn is the time of bright colors – the turning of the leaves, the bright red of tomatoes, orange pumpkins, multi-colored gourds, green, then yellow corn, the purples and golds and rusts of mums. There are colors everywhere.

It’s also the season of abundance in other ways, as nature scatters the seeds that will grow next year, whether that’s by wind or the birds or other. My sunflowers have been picked clean by the birds this year. I hope they dropped enough seeds so there is another crop next year.

Finally, for now, it is also the season of pulling back, of getting ready for the darker days to come, getting the garden ready for winter, as I remove the dead flowers and vegetables. Soon I will be moving into my winter mode, getting out the crochet, and doing more inside. But now it’s time to enjoy autumn with its beauty and abundance.

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Quotes about autumn

All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high in the blue air far above it … bearing them all away to the green fields in the South.–Laura Ingalls Wilder

Autumn begins to decorate the ground with its fragile bits of loosened gold.–Teresita Fernandez

Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.–Faith Baldwin

Autumn is the best season in which to sniff, and to sniff for pleasure, for this is the season of universal pungency.–Bertha Damon

Autumn … makes a double demand. It asks that we prepare for the future – that we be wise in the ways of garnering and keeping. But it also asks that we learn to let go – to acknowledge the beauty of sparseness.–Bonaro W. Overstreet

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.–George Eliot

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.–Edwin Way Teale

I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.–L. M. Montgomery

I’ve never known anyone yet who doesn’t suffer a certain restlessness when autumn rolls around… We’re all eight years old again and anything is possible.–Sue Grafton

October is a symphony of permanence and change.–Borono W. Overstreet

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.–Hal Borland

There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October.–Nathaniel Hawthorne

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