Ah, autumn. My air conditioning is still turned on, but it doesn’t run continually now. I love autumn. The memories of leaves turned brilliant red, deep gold, a rich mahogany, still lingers from when I was a child in the North.
Here in North Florida, if we have a bit of a cool snap, the leaves do turn, but not the intense colors of our neighbors to the north. Still autumn, even further south, where I used to reside, marks a change and an anticipation of the season to come.
For us southerners, autumn means the time to plan our winter garden, the vegetables and flowers that thrive in cooler temperatures. Tomatoes are gone, but broccoli arrives. All the green leafy veggies like spinach, lettuces and kale are just waiting to be planted. Hearty vegetables like brussel sprouts, cabbage and turnips are chomping at the bit to be in the garden.
As autumn moves into winter – predicted to be a long and cold one this year, so says the Farmer’s Almanac. Just think of the warming bowls of homemade vegetable soup, made from what you’ve grown.
I even enjoy the dried grasses and plants as they transition from green to beautiful shades of brown, almost proudly declaring how well they presented themselves from spring through summer. Sometimes I collect the more interesting shapes for a small bouquet to grace my dining table.
To me, everything seems more enjoyable in autumn. No dripping with sweat as you move through outdoor activities, a kind of hush in late afternoons, snuggling into a favorite jacket, warm cider, a time to contemplate the past and plan for the future. I’m drawn to this season and find my musings poignant, remembering those no longer with us, but lingering on the good memories, brings me joy for the knowing and loving them.
What about you? Do you too love autumn? If not, what is your favorite season?