Thoughts Upon the Coming of Fall

Fall came this week.  It arrived on Tuesday, October 22 sometime between 7:15  in the morning and 4:00 in the afternoon.  Most years I would find it difficult to be so specific, but this year it was obvious.  It still felt like late summer when I left for school that day.  The sun was shining, my front walk was leaf-free, and I was perfectly comfortable in light long sleeves.  When I came out in the afternoon, the wind was blowing and I shivered, wishing I had a jacket.  I was glad to get out of the brisk breeze into my sun-warmed vehicle.  It felt like the leather seat was giving me a hug. When I got home I was amazed to see drifts of leaves in front of my house.  I had to wade through them to get to my front door.  I looked up to see that the tree in front of my house still had all of its leaves, green and unchanged.  I looked around trying to figure out where all the fallen leaves came from and I decided they must have been blown from the woods.  The trees on the hill at the end of the street were beginning to look a little bare.

I put on a sweatshirt and went for my walk. The shady places along the way seemed dark, cold and radically different from the sunny stretches.  It felt good to stand over the stove as I prepared dinner.  By the time I took Margie out for her after-dinner walk, the wind was howling through the tops of the trees and the leaves swirled around out feet.  My husband turned the heat on and I was glad I put a blanket on the bed last Saturday.

This has been such a strange year.  The winter months were mild, the spring dry, the summer cool and rainy.  Indian summer arrived in early September and chose to stay.  It’s been long and lovely, but fall has finally arrived.  Yesterday morning there was frost.


This afternoon as I walked I enjoyed the smell of wood smoke in the air.  Life is changing, again.  I’m feeling older this fall somehow–sort of melancholy and nostalgic.  Lots of things have taken me by surprise lately.  Maybe I’m being pushed out of my comfort zone, forced into changes I didn’t expect but can learn to welcome as an adventure.  We’ll see.   Only God knows what tomorrow will bring.  I’ll trust Him.  He knows best.

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