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Tempus Fugit

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Poof!

After awaiting September all summer, the month of the Autumnal Equinox came and is almost gone.  I try desperately to stop time, clinging to each day, to no avail.  These next few months, my favorite time of year, go by in a flash, like sand sifting through my fingers.  Poof!  In a flash the trees turn beauteous, with variegated flames of color.  Poof!  The leaves are gone.

First, there is the change in light.  The sun, still hot in mid-September, does not pack the punch it did in July, when one could be outdoors for an hour and come in with a change in skin color. Temperatures cool.  The grass starts to stop growing.  The “blood” of the trees starts to flow back into the trunk, causing leaves to change color. Walnuts, acorns and apples fall.   Butterflies, so rampant outdoors in August, have gone inside the stomach of many a child as they go back to school. Even adults are not immune.  Many feel the flutter of “back-to-school” anxiety come Fall.  Summer vacations are a memory and it is time to “honker down” at work.  Fall offers a new beginning but there is a tinge of anxiety in facing some thing new.

And most of all, Fall is a time of riotous color, when a walk in the woods finds one reveling like a drunk, besotted by the yellow, orange, crimson, russet world which our eyes imbibe like a hefty cocktail.  It is a time when Italian comes to the lips in a loud “Que bella!!”  The green of summer is bucolic and raises the spirit, but the many colors of fall intoxicate.  People start talking of peak color, and leafing becomes the pastime of many.  It is the time to plant bulbs and endlessly rake blowing leaves.

But Fall is a time of melancholia, too. Flowers die.  Reptiles go into hibernation.  Insects die or overwinter.  Songbirds migrate.  Trees eventually loose their leaves.  And the end of the lazy days of summer brings with it shorter days, longer nights, and concomitant depression for those with Seasonal Affective Disorder.  Moments of sobriety seep into intoxication with the new world of color as we may remember loved ones who can no longer share the beauty–who can no longer enjoy those coveted, cooler, crisp days of September when coolness kisses the cheeks.  For autumn is a celebration of endings, too, perhaps best described by the French poet, Guillaume Appollinaire, in his poem Autumn:

“A bowlegged peasant and his ox receding

through the mist slowly through the mist of autumn…

Oh the autumn the autumn has been the death of summer

In the mist there are two gray shapes receding.”

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6 responses

  1. Caddo

    I’m blessed that S.A.D. does not impact me–I rather relish the cooler temps and changing color of the days. Wishing you well always–love, Caddo

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    September 27, 2013 at 7:37 PM

  2. Hi Ellen, many greetings from Greece, I m in an internet cafe. Hope you feel better now, warmest regards, Mitza

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    September 28, 2013 at 1:57 PM

    • Hi, Mitza, how nice to hear from you on your vacation. Hope you are having a great time and thank you, I am finally better! Have the time of your life! Ellen xx

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      September 28, 2013 at 7:35 PM

      • Hi Ellen, happy to hear that you feel better. Slowly it is getting autumn in Greece, we have a lot of work here but made some beautiful tours and I made a lot of photos which you will find sooner or later in my blog. I enjoy the Greek food and hospitality. Warmest regards Mitza

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        October 3, 2013 at 12:40 PM

    • Thank you, Mitza! I am sure you are working hard but enjoy the rest of your vacation to the max!! xx ellen

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      October 4, 2013 at 12:05 PM

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