Beginnings & Endings

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No one in my family liked summer.  Probably because we lived in New York City and summer is not fun there.  Moving upstate changed all that– up to a point…though I must admit to a weakness for those beautiful June days when the temperature reaches perfection, the sky is blue with fluffy clouds, and a soporific breeze wafts through the trees.  And true, one has much more time with the four or five extra hours of sunlight. Still in all, when the first hints of fall come I am bordering on ecstatic. 

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 does not grow as fast.  The “blood” of the trees starts to flow back into the trunk causing leaves to change color. Walnuts, acorns and apples fall.  The bats leave for warmer climes, giving us yet another chance to plug up holes inside to keep them outside next summer.   Ads start to appear in early August for “Back to School” specials, bringing the butterflies, that were so rampant outdoors in August, inside the stomach of many a child.  Even adults are not immune.  Many grown people feel the flutter of back-to-school anxiety come fall.  After all September means “back to school” for many, many years.  Time to “honker down” again and mean business.  Fall offers a new beginning and there is a tinge of excitement added to the anxiety in facing something 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!! (“How beautiful!!”)  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.  Anxiety over new beginnings can be uncomfortable.  And the end of the lazy days of summer brings with it shorter days, longer nights, and possible depression for many people.  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 cool, crisp days in September when coolness brushes the cheeks… days so coveted in August.  For autumn is a celebration of endings, too, perhaps best described by the French poet, Guillaume Appolinaire, in his poem Autumn:

     A bow-legged peasant and his ox receding
Through the mist slowly through the mists of autumn
Which hides the shabby and sordid villages

And out there as he goes the peasant is singing
A song of love and infidelity
About a ring and a heart which someone is breaking

Oh the autumn the autumn has been the death of summer
In the mist there are two gray shapes receding

September 11, 2023 | Categories: Animal & Landscape Photographs, Autumn leaves, Autumn trees, Millbrook, NY., Leaves Falling, Nature Columns, Nature Photography, Poetry, Twilight of Life | Tags: Autumn, Autumn colors, French poetry, Guilliame Appollinaire, Landscape Photography, Nature photography, Poetry | 18 Comments