Fall Come, Fall Gone

I was treated to this beautiful autumn scene of fallen, and falling, leaves on my way to work this morning. Unfortunately, it was about 26 freaking degrees and a bone-chilling arctic gale was blowing, too.

This illustrates the hard reality of our modern “seasons.” There is no fall anymore, not the kind that we remember — when the sky was clear and bright and dry, the temperatures were in the 50s, leaves crunched underfoot, and sweaters were the apparel of choice. There’s no spring, either. Just hot summer and cold winter, with about a week separating them on each end.

Too bad . . . I liked autumn.

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Orange Season

The leaves that have already fallen crunch underfoot.  The walker kicks through the leaf piles, sending acorns skittering across the pavement.  There’s a faint tang of wood smoke in the crisp, clear air, and the leaves give off their own spicy scent.  And everywhere the trees are bursting with color when they are struck by the morning sunshine.

It’s orange season!

The Nut Zone

The Nut Zone is not a place that relates in any way to the current presidential campaign.  No, it’s found in our backyard during the autumn months.

An enormous black walnut tree hovers over our backyard.  During the summer, it provides welcome shade.  When fall comes, however, the tree drops tangerine-sized nuts, ready to bean any unsuspecting visitor. You’re sitting, casually trying to enjoy the last few rays of sunshine before the cold fronts move in — then suddenly the wind ruffles the tree branches, and the bombardment begins. Nuts drop to the ground, clanging off lawn furniture and bouncing off flagstones, startling the unwary, and you realize that but for good fortune they might dent your noggin and leave you dazed and spreadeagled on the cooling ground.

Well, maybe it is a bit like the presidential campaign, now that you mention it.

Seasons At Schiller

We’ve had a few days where the overnight temperatures have dropped into the 40s.  The leaves on the trees at Schiller Park are just starting to turn, and the mums are in their full glory.  This morning the air was crisp, and it felt invigorating to take some deep breaths as I walked around the park.

If you don’t feel stimulated by autumn in the Midwest, there’s something wrong with you.  It’s the best season of the year.