Harvest season

[toob]

Fall is almost here. I can smell it coming on the wind. The morning air is just a little warmer than brisk. The days are still warm, but the leaves are beginning to mottle with yellow and orange

Comments

[tracerj]

Wow. I've always wanted to explain to people why autumn was my favourite season, but I certainly never managed it as well as you have. Nicely done

[toob]

I think I'd be fonder of winter if I'd grown up in a place where we got proper snow. It snowed in Arkansas occasionally, sometimes (rarely) as much as a foot or more. Mostly, though, we got ice storms, which, while lovely, are also nasty. You can't go out. You can't go anywhere. Even WALKING outside is treacherous. I still have a nasty scar on my hand from falling while carrying a glass bottle one Christmas Eve day. I was walking to my friend's house, and decided just to keep going rather than turn back, my hand wreathed in blood, leaving a spattered trail of red behind me and attracting drivers to pull over and ask if I needed to be taken to the hospital. Mmm... attention. Anyway, while the glass worlds of ice storms are just unbelievably gorgeous, they quickly fade to your normal Arkansas winter, which is one of the most dreary things you can imagine -- the skies are flat and grey and featureless for weeks on end, and there's a perpetual drizzle. It's like living in a giant, leaky, concrete basement. You start to go stir

[footpad]

♥

I'll just copy this and say Me Too

[dustmeat]

"Welcome, autumn. You can't get here soon enough. Soak my hair with rain. Pelt me with hail. Stick leaves to my trousers. Redden my cheeks."

[jeffreycwells]

I was an October baby, so I've always felt a certain kinship with the season, as it were. There is nothing, but nothing like a hard clear Autumn day in the city with chilly kite-level winds driving the leaves before you. It's frackin' heroin.