The large artistic pumpkin that grandson Sam and his girl friend Anna created and left on our front porch had to be turned around. Now the rotting edges of their cut art does not show. Earlier I had enjoyed the magic I always feel when a jack-o-lantern is lit.
The field across our driveway in back of the garden, which I see through my kitchen window, is bare except for low brown stalks and debris. At the end of our lane, I have watched the soybean field turn from green to dappled yellow to all yellow to dappled brown to all brown. Soon it too will be harvested and there will only be low tan stubs of stalks.
The little maple tree seen out the living room windows is a lovely vibrant reddish orange, but I know those leaves will soon be on the ground. I strive to take in all the color and beauty of the changed trees as I drive to and from town because I know that autumnal beauty will soon to be replaced with stark empty limbs, an entirely different aesthetic experience.
Nature is constantly changing in all seasons; but somehow despite all its glory, fall sometimes produces a melancholy as we consider that another growing season has passed. New school years remind us that last year’s oh-so-important activities are fading from our memory. Last January’s brave resolutions won’t be accomplished now, and we are aware of other things that did not get done before winter comes.
Endings have built-in sadness along with the hope and promise of new beginnings coming into view. November is a satisfying month as we slow down from the hard hot work of summer and take time to evaluate the blessings we have received. Crunching through the fallen leaves on sodden ground, we are winding up a year as we prepare for the approaching glad holiday season.
Gerald and I have had our first pot of chili on a cold day. We are also often warmed both physically and emotionally as people we meet are exclaiming over what a beautiful day it is. Catalogs are flooding our mailbox trying to tempt us to hurry and order gifts for our loved ones, and the stores are already full of holiday merchandise. I am still trying to put away summer clothes. It is a full season with both the remainders of the last season and reminders of the coming season of family and friend gatherings before the wintry blasts take over for a spell.