Moss, is humor writer from Tennessee. She writes a
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She has written for the Daily News of Kingsport, Griffin Journal,
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||Bringing in Fall....
Bringing In Fall
you in the mood for fall yet? I begin to start thinking autumn when
the leaves need to be raked, and the days get a little nippy. It is
"sweater weather." Soon it will be time for cleaning out the
closets, and checking to see if my sweaters survived, or whether they
have "angel wings" on the shoulders from being on clothes
hangers all summer.
My world has taken on an earth-tone hue, reflecting the colors of
changing leaves, brown grasses, and dried up vegetation. Something
about the bright oranges, yellows, and reds appeals to the eye,
causing my blood to run a little faster and my heart a little slower -
at least until I remember the leaves to be raked.
For some unknown reason, I have the urge to go for a walk, observe and
enjoy the changes of nature. There is nothing quite as satisfying as
the rustle of dry leaves as I walk through piles gathered by the wind, and watch as the
wind scatters the rest of the leaves that need to be raked.
If my spirit is not revived by now, there is always the harvest,
besides the leaves that need to be raked. How anyone can look at a
pumpkin patch with its bright orange fruits and remain sad is beyond
me. I always think of autumns past, when pumpkins were carved into
jack-o-lanterns to make smiling lanterns in late October.
Change is all around. There is certain sadness in seeing the death of
a million leaves, the withering of flowers, not to mention all the
leaves that need to be raked. The long cold winter looms ahead with
trees naked to the bark, and bending in the icy wind.
But that is even more of an inspiration to cling to the last remains
of summer, revel in the splendor of falling leaves, and order
fireplace wood. I think of children returning to school, of football
games, of Halloween. The lazy days of summer are behind me, and I have
plans to make, as well as leaves to be raked.
What is "in the mood for fall" anyhow? Could it be that
feeling that comes with the passage of time, with loss, and with
change? But with loss, there also comes the opportunity for renewal.
Fall is the motivation for renewing energy and zest. I am forced to
see reality, in spite of the leaves that need to be raked.
I never believe that it could possibly be October already. But, just
look at the rolled up bales of hay in the fields, not to mention the
mountains of leaves to be raked. I'm never quite ready. Each passing
season forces change, for better or for worse.
The brightly colored leaves are here for only a brief period of time
before they wither and die. I try to learn from them and be willing to
accept changes gracefully, to know that change is something beautiful
that can create awe and wonder, as well as leaves to be raked.
Fall is the splendor of nature in all its glory. But autumn, like
life, is bitter sweet. It smells of the smoke of burning leaves and
tastes of the sweetness of apple cider. Fall is glorious to behold and
should be enjoyed for what it is. Like life, it is but a season,
changing too quickly and gone too fast -- unlike the leaves to be
raked that hang around forever.
Copyright 2006 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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